Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 16 | 515 | View more quotes about might">Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 16 | 512 | There was still a crowd there, passing, moving hither and yon, coming and going, though it was now late afternoon. |
| 16 | 513 | Mercifully the sun was lower now, and, although the shelf was still in full sunlight, the sun should, in a few minutes, descend behind the building across the square. |
| 16 | 514 | She scrutinized the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of her master. |
| 16 | 515 | Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not. |
| 16 | 516 | Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave. |
| 16 | 517 | How cruel the Masters, she thought. |
| 16 | 518 | How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd. |
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There was still a crowd there, passing, moving hither and yon, coming and going, though it was now late afternoon.
Mercifully the sun was lower now, and, although the shelf was still in full sunlight, the sun should, in a few minutes, descend behind the building across the square.
She scrutinized the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of her master.
Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not.
Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave.
How cruel the Masters, she thought.
How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd.
- (Prize of Gor)