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I myself regarded the small brunette, so frightened and exquisite, in the bit of red rag, curled pathetically, a slave, on the tiles below. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #231)

"Tomorrow," I told him. We then looked, one last time, upon the fair slaves so securely incarcerated below us. I think he looked upon the auburn-haired beauty, in the bit of yellow rag. I myself regarded the small brunette, so frightened and exquisite, in the bit of red rag, curled pathetically, a slave, on the tiles below. I smiled to myself. "It would not be unpleasant to own her," I thought. "I would teach her her condition well". - (Guardsman of Gor)