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Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)

She came near to the fire and Genserix motioned for her to put the object down, to lay it on the dirt before him, between himself and the fire. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #55)
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4 55 She View more quotes about came">came near to the fire and Genserix motioned for her to put the object down, to lay it on the dirt before him, between himself and the fire.

Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)

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4 52 They know little, however, of politics, or of siege work and the taking of cities.
4 53 In the cities, normally one needs only to close the gates and wait for them to go away, compelled eventually to do so by the needs of their animals.
4 54 A woman now descended from the wagon, carrying a small object.
4 55 She came near to the fire and Genserix motioned for her to put the object down, to lay it on the dirt before him, between himself and the fire.
4 56 She did so.
4 57 He then crouched down near it, and, gently, with his large hands, put back the edges of the blanket in which it was wrapped.
4 58 The tiny baby, not minutes old, with tiny gasps and coughs, still startled and distressed with the sharp, frightful novelty of breathing air, never again to return to the shelter of its mother's body, lost in a chaos of sensation, its eyes not focused, unable scarcely to turn its head from side to side, lay before him.
They know little, however, of politics, or of siege work and the taking of cities. In the cities, normally one needs only to close the gates and wait for them to go away, compelled eventually to do so by the needs of their animals. A woman now descended from the wagon, carrying a small object. She came near to the fire and Genserix motioned for her to put the object down, to lay it on the dirt before him, between himself and the fire. She did so. He then crouched down near it, and, gently, with his large hands, put back the edges of the blanket in which it was wrapped. The tiny baby, not minutes old, with tiny gasps and coughs, still startled and distressed with the sharp, frightful novelty of breathing air, never again to return to the shelter of its mother's body, lost in a chaos of sensation, its eyes not focused, unable scarcely to turn its head from side to side, lay before him. - (Mercenaries of Gor)