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I almost gasped at the sight of her beauty, the lineaments of her face, and the exquisite curves of her body. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #217)

"Never," she said. I looked at Beverly, the slave, standing on the tiles, barefoot, in the bit of silk, almost naked. 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. I almost gasped at the sight of her beauty, the lineaments of her face, and the exquisite curves of her body. I recalled, long ago, how we had met in a restaurant on Earth, and she had desired to speak intimately to me, of fears and dreams, and matters which troubled her. I suspected that there might have been at least one matter of which she had not spoken to me, to which she had perhaps implicitly alluded, but of which she had refused to explicitly speak. I wondered what it might have been. - (Rogue of Gor)