Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 310 | "You poor, View more quotes about little">little, stupid, arrogant piece of flesh-trash," he said. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 307 | "Yes, Master," she said. |
| 15 | 308 | He threw back his head and laughed. |
| 15 | 309 | She shrank back, disconcerted, dismayed. |
| 15 | 310 | "You poor, little, stupid, arrogant piece of flesh-trash," he said. |
| 15 | 311 | Tears sprang into her eyes. |
| 15 | 312 | "Forgive me, Master," she said. |
| 15 | 313 | She dared not meet his eyes, his gaze was so fierce. |
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"Yes, Master," she said.
He threw back his head and laughed.
She shrank back, disconcerted, dismayed.
"You poor, little, stupid, arrogant piece of flesh-trash," he said.
Tears sprang into her eyes.
"Forgive me, Master," she said.
She dared not meet his eyes, his gaze was so fierce.
- (Prize of Gor)