Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 17 | 21 | It frightens them, it View more quotes about seems">seems, to walk upon it. |
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Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 17 | 18 | Such girls, now, as it was late, past the nineteenth Ahn, would surely, at least for the most part, be chained in their basement kennels, lying on their straw mats, trying to sleep, clutching their thin blankets about their nude bodies. |
| 17 | 19 | The Street of the Writhing Slave winds tortuously upward from the wharves, threading its narrow way through a commercial district upward towards a hilly residential district. |
| 17 | 20 | Free women, incidentally, tend to avoid the Street of the Writhing Slave. |
| 17 | 21 | It frightens them, it seems, to walk upon it. |
| 17 | 22 | I supposed I could not blame them. |
| 17 | 23 | What free woman would dare to walk upon such a street, particularly at night? Her throat might suddenly feel the capture loop of a slaver and, by morning, branded, gag-hooded and chained, she might be fifty pasangs downriver, on her way to a market in Ven or Turmus. |
| 17 | 24 | By putting out my hands I could almost touch the walls of the facing houses. |
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Such girls, now, as it was late, past the nineteenth Ahn, would surely, at least for the most part, be chained in their basement kennels, lying on their straw mats, trying to sleep, clutching their thin blankets about their nude bodies.
The Street of the Writhing Slave winds tortuously upward from the wharves, threading its narrow way through a commercial district upward towards a hilly residential district.
Free women, incidentally, tend to avoid the Street of the Writhing Slave.
It frightens them, it seems, to walk upon it.
I supposed I could not blame them.
What free woman would dare to walk upon such a street, particularly at night? Her throat might suddenly feel the capture loop of a slaver and, by morning, branded, gag-hooded and chained, she might be fifty pasangs downriver, on her way to a market in Ven or Turmus.
By putting out my hands I could almost touch the walls of the facing houses.
- (Guardsman of Gor)