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"Is this how you treat the daughter of a Ubar?" she cried. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #168)

In spite of my hold on her wrist, which must have been tight and painful, the daughter of Marlenus straightened herself before me and said arrogantly, "You tharlarion! Do you think that the daughter of the Ubar of all Gor would submit to such as you?" Cruelly I forced her to her knees before me, the filthy, proud wench. "You submitted," I said. She cursed me, her greenish eyes blazing with hatred. "Is this how you treat the daughter of a Ubar?" she cried. "I will show you how I treat the most treacherous wench on all Gor," I exclaimed, releasing her wrist. With both hands I wrenched the veil back from her face, thrusting my hand under it to fasten my fist in her hair, and then, as if she were a common tavern girl or a camp slut, I dragged the daughter of the Ubar of all Gor to the shelter of the Ka-la-na trees. Among the trees, on the clover, I threw her to my feet. - (Tarnsman of Gor)