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Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Or is it, rather," she asked, "that I am so low a slave that you do not concern yourself even to speak to me?" I smiled. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #225)
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24 225 "Or is it, View more quotes about rather">rather," she asked, "that I am so low a slave that you do not concern yourself even to speak to me?" I smiled.

Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 222 Did she not know she was from Earth? "But you cannot even speak to me, Master?" she begged.
24 223 "Ah!" she said.
24 224 "That you do not speak to me must also be intended to conceal your identity! You would not wish me to be able to recognize even your voice!" She trembled.
24 225 "Or is it, rather," she asked, "that I am so low a slave that you do not concern yourself even to speak to me?" I smiled.
24 226 Whereas the frightened, deferential slave had not recognized me sitting regally with Policrates and Kliomenes in the feasting hall, in the robes and mask of the courier of Ragnar Voskjard, I did not doubt but what she might quickly recognize my voice.
24 227 "I have it, Master," she said, happily.
24 228 "If you do not speak to help protect your identity, touch me once upon the left shoulder.
Did she not know she was from Earth? "But you cannot even speak to me, Master?" she begged. "Ah!" she said. "That you do not speak to me must also be intended to conceal your identity! You would not wish me to be able to recognize even your voice!" She trembled. "Or is it, rather," she asked, "that I am so low a slave that you do not concern yourself even to speak to me?" I smiled. Whereas the frightened, deferential slave had not recognized me sitting regally with Policrates and Kliomenes in the feasting hall, in the robes and mask of the courier of Ragnar Voskjard, I did not doubt but what she might quickly recognize my voice. "I have it, Master," she said, happily. "If you do not speak to help protect your identity, touch me once upon the left shoulder. - (Rogue of Gor)