| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 13 | 173 | "'Forgive me,' what?" View more quotes about asked">asked the soldier, tightening his grip in her hair. |
| 13 | 174 | "Forgive me, Mistress!" wept the new girl, her head down, her back bent forward, her small hands twisting helplessly in the cords that held them behind her back. |
| 13 | 175 | "Clumsy slave!" scolded Boabissia. |
| 13 | 176 | "Forgive me, Mistress," wept the girl. |
| 13 | 177 | As far as I could see the new girl was not a slave. |
| 13 | 178 | She was, at least, neither branded nor collared. |
| 13 | 179 | On the other hand, doubtless she was destined to soon receive those lovely adornments proclamatory of the uncompromising condition of Gorean bondage, those adornments which so enhance the beauty of a woman, those adornments significatory that all the institutional niceties pertinent to her bondage have been properly and legally completed. |