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| 30 | 213 | "Could you View more quotes about ever">ever yield to one such as he?" asked Policrates. |
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| 30 | 210 | "To whom do you belong?" asked Policrates. |
| 30 | 211 | "To Gorean men," she said, "who are my natural masters". |
| 30 | 212 | I tried to resist the caresses of the slave girls. |
| 30 | 213 | "Could you ever yield to one such as he?" asked Policrates. |
| 30 | 214 | "Never," she said. |
| 30 | 215 | I looked at Beverly, the slave, standing on the tiles, barefoot, in the bit of silk, almost naked. |
| 30 | 216 | The collar was very beautiful on her throat, and her dark hair, loose and soft, as a slave's hair is commonly worn, was soft and lovely about her shoulders. |