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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

He had then carefully wrapped her, shivering and weeping, in the pelt of the red larl. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #88)
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8 88 He had then carefully View more quotes about wrapped">wrapped her, shivering and weeping, in the pelt of the red larl.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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8 85 La Kajira!" Kamchak had folded her, still weeping, clad in the Sirik, in the richness of the pelt of the red larl in which she had originally been placed before us.
8 86 As I had followed him from the dais I had seen Kutaituchik, the interview ended, absently reaching into the small golden box of kanda strings, his eyes slowly beginning to close.
8 87 Kamchak, that night, chained Elizabeth Cardwell in his wagon, rather than beneath it to the wheel, running a short length of chain from a slave ring set in the floor of the wagon box to the collar of her Sirik.
8 88 He had then carefully wrapped her, shivering and weeping, in the pelt of the red larl.
8 89 She lay there, trembling and moaning, surely on the verge of hysteria.
8 90 I was afraid the next phase of her condition would be one of numbness, shock, perhaps of refusal to believe what had befallen her, madness.
8 91 Kamchak had looked at me.
La Kajira!" Kamchak had folded her, still weeping, clad in the Sirik, in the richness of the pelt of the red larl in which she had originally been placed before us. As I had followed him from the dais I had seen Kutaituchik, the interview ended, absently reaching into the small golden box of kanda strings, his eyes slowly beginning to close. Kamchak, that night, chained Elizabeth Cardwell in his wagon, rather than beneath it to the wheel, running a short length of chain from a slave ring set in the floor of the wagon box to the collar of her Sirik. He had then carefully wrapped her, shivering and weeping, in the pelt of the red larl. She lay there, trembling and moaning, surely on the verge of hysteria. I was afraid the next phase of her condition would be one of numbness, shock, perhaps of refusal to believe what had befallen her, madness. Kamchak had looked at me. - (Nomads of Gor)