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

In the camp of the Tuchuks Elizabeth had begged that I not free her for but another hour. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #2)
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28 2 In the View more quotes about camp">camp of the Tuchuks Elizabeth had begged that I not free her for but another hour.

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

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27 220 She took his hand and he drew her to the saddle before him, where she turned, sitting across the saddle, and placed her head against his right shoulder, weeping.
27 221 "This woman," said Kamchak of the Tuchuks, brusquely, his voice stern but almost breaking, "is called Aphris—know her—she is Ubara of the Tuchuks, she is Ubara Sana, of my heart Ubara Sana!" We let Kamchak and Aphris ride ahead, and followed them, by some hundred yards, toward the main gate of Turia, now leaving the city, and its Home Stone and its people, returning to the wagons and to the open, windswept land beyond the high walls of the city, once-conquered, nine-gated Turia of the southern plains of Gor.
28 1 Elizabeth and I Depart from the Wagon Peoples Tuka, the slave girl, did not fare well at the hands of Elizabeth Cardwell.
28 2 In the camp of the Tuchuks Elizabeth had begged that I not free her for but another hour.
28 3 "Why?" I had asked.
28 4 "Because," she had said, "masters do not much care to interfere in the squabbles of slaves".
28 5 I shrugged.
She took his hand and he drew her to the saddle before him, where she turned, sitting across the saddle, and placed her head against his right shoulder, weeping. "This woman," said Kamchak of the Tuchuks, brusquely, his voice stern but almost breaking, "is called Aphris—know her—she is Ubara of the Tuchuks, she is Ubara Sana, of my heart Ubara Sana!" We let Kamchak and Aphris ride ahead, and followed them, by some hundred yards, toward the main gate of Turia, now leaving the city, and its Home Stone and its people, returning to the wagons and to the open, windswept land beyond the high walls of the city, once-conquered, nine-gated Turia of the southern plains of Gor. Elizabeth and I Depart from the Wagon Peoples Tuka, the slave girl, did not fare well at the hands of Elizabeth Cardwell. In the camp of the Tuchuks Elizabeth had begged that I not free her for but another hour. "Why?" I had asked. "Because," she had said, "masters do not much care to interfere in the squabbles of slaves". I shrugged. - (Nomads of Gor)