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Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)

Did he care for me? Why was he so stern with me? Was there that within him which he felt he must resist? Might he care for me? Could it be possible? I recalled the blanket he had tenderly put about me yesterday morning, against the cold of the night. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #718)
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34 718 Did he View more quotes about care">care for me? Why was he so stern with me? Was there that within him which he felt he must resist? Might he care for me? Could it be possible? I recalled the blanket he had tenderly put about me yesterday morning, against the cold of the night.

Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)

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34 715 "Shoulder my pack," he said.
34 716 "Yes, Master," I said.
34 717 It was such that a girl could carry it.
34 718 Did he care for me? Why was he so stern with me? Was there that within him which he felt he must resist? Might he care for me? Could it be possible? I recalled the blanket he had tenderly put about me yesterday morning, against the cold of the night.
34 719 I had discovered it only upon awakening.
34 720 I recalled that he had picked me out on Earth, even saving me for his last catch, that he had apparently found in me the makings of an exquisite slave, one quite possibly chosen with his own interests, lusts, tastes, and standards in view.
34 721 In that sense, at least, it seemed he had found me a suitable morsel for the collar.
"Shoulder my pack," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. It was such that a girl could carry it. Did he care for me? Why was he so stern with me? Was there that within him which he felt he must resist? Might he care for me? Could it be possible? I recalled the blanket he had tenderly put about me yesterday morning, against the cold of the night. I had discovered it only upon awakening. I recalled that he had picked me out on Earth, even saving me for his last catch, that he had apparently found in me the makings of an exquisite slave, one quite possibly chosen with his own interests, lusts, tastes, and standards in view. In that sense, at least, it seemed he had found me a suitable morsel for the collar. - (Dancer of Gor)