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"We are coming to the gate! We are going to be leaving the city!" Three or four of the other girls, too, Goreans, all moaned in protest. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #97)

I was startled, and a little frightened, even, by the strange, scaled, long-necked, placid, lizardlike quadruped that drew the wagon. These might be human beings, here, but I was not on Earth. "Oh, no," said one of the Gorean girls, angrily, in frustration. "We are coming to the gate! We are going to be leaving the city!" Three or four of the other girls, too, Goreans, all moaned in protest. "I want to be sold here!" said one of them. "What difference does it make?" asked Gloria, peeping out. "Earth fool," said one of them, "you know nothing! You can wear your collar in a small town, in a camp, in a peasant village, if you want! I want to wear mine in a great city!" "Let Gloria pull a plow, let her hoe weeds, let her carry water on a great farm," said one of the girls. - (Dancer of Gor)