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Book 23. (1 results) Renegades of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Yes," whispered Lady Claudia, not taking her eyes off the small figure suspended on the spear, on the battlements over the gate. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #412)
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16 412 "Yes," View more quotes about whispered">whispered Lady Claudia, not taking her eyes off the small figure suspended on the spear, on the battlements over the gate.

Book 23. (7 results) Renegades of Gor (Context Quote)

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16 409 She wants the relief of at last revealing her secret, of being honestly what she is, of being at last true to herself.
16 410 This thesis is borne out by the fact that the woman quickly enough, perhaps under the whip, in the barn, in the straw at the master's feet, in his chains, putting aside her lamentations and pretended indignation, admits her conscious entry into the trap, and then begs, now, after a long dereliction in her duties, to be permitted to be pleasing to a master.
16 411 To be sure, whatever is done with her, whether she is freed, or kept as a slave, or sold, or whatever, is up to the master, for he owns her.
16 412 "Yes," whispered Lady Claudia, not taking her eyes off the small figure suspended on the spear, on the battlements over the gate.
16 413 I looked over the wall.
16 414 The towers had now stopped, aligned, some twenty yards or so from the wall.
16 415 They would overtop it.
She wants the relief of at last revealing her secret, of being honestly what she is, of being at last true to herself. This thesis is borne out by the fact that the woman quickly enough, perhaps under the whip, in the barn, in the straw at the master's feet, in his chains, putting aside her lamentations and pretended indignation, admits her conscious entry into the trap, and then begs, now, after a long dereliction in her duties, to be permitted to be pleasing to a master. To be sure, whatever is done with her, whether she is freed, or kept as a slave, or sold, or whatever, is up to the master, for he owns her. "Yes," whispered Lady Claudia, not taking her eyes off the small figure suspended on the spear, on the battlements over the gate. I looked over the wall. The towers had now stopped, aligned, some twenty yards or so from the wall. They would overtop it. - (Renegades of Gor)