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Piteously, with a rustle of chain, the girl's head and shoulders fell forward, and, though she still knelt, her head touched the pelt of the larl, her shoulders and back shaking, trembling. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #85)

She was very beautiful. Kamchak gestured with his head. "You may lower your head," I said to the girl. Piteously, with a rustle of chain, the girl's head and shoulders fell forward, and, though she still knelt, her head touched the pelt of the larl, her shoulders and back shaking, trembling. It seemed to me, from what I had learned, that there was no particular reason why Elizabeth Cardwell, and not one of Earth's countless others, had been selected to wear the message collar. As yet the collar had not been removed and examined. It was perhaps only that she was convenient, and, of course, that she was lovely, thus a fitting bearer of the collar, herself a gift with the message to please the Tuchuks, and perhaps better dispose them toward its contents. - (Nomads of Gor)