Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 13 | 503 | View more quotes about whatever">Whatever it was, it was in the hands of the tarnsman from Brundisium. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 13 | 500 | She did not think that Nelsa would be a bother or a nuisance to her new masters. |
| 13 | 501 | The whip takes that out of a woman. |
| 13 | 502 | She did not know what Laura's fate might be. |
| 13 | 503 | Whatever it was, it was in the hands of the tarnsman from Brundisium. |
| 13 | 504 | "Have you no work to do, slave girl?" inquired one of the girls. |
| 13 | 505 | "Forgive me, Mistress," said Ellen, and drew toward her, across the roof, under a line, her large basket, and then reached into it for another damp garment, to shake out, smooth and hang. |
| 13 | 506 | "There are many more baskets below," said a slave. |
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She did not think that Nelsa would be a bother or a nuisance to her new masters.
The whip takes that out of a woman.
She did not know what Laura's fate might be.
Whatever it was, it was in the hands of the tarnsman from Brundisium.
"Have you no work to do, slave girl?" inquired one of the girls.
"Forgive me, Mistress," said Ellen, and drew toward her, across the roof, under a line, her large basket, and then reached into it for another damp garment, to shake out, smooth and hang.
"There are many more baskets below," said a slave.
- (Prize of Gor)