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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

Perhaps he purchased me for a purpose for which he would not care to risk a Gorean girl! She remembered the messages she had carried, the intrigues, the dangers in contemporary Ar. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #739)
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19 739 View more quotes about perhaps">Perhaps he purchased me for a purpose for which he would not care to risk a Gorean girl! She remembered the messages she had carried, the intrigues, the dangers in contemporary Ar.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
19 736 He said I figured in his plans, she thought.
19 737 I wonder what that meant.
19 738 Then she felt a sudden chill.
19 739 Perhaps he purchased me for a purpose for which he would not care to risk a Gorean girl! She remembered the messages she had carried, the intrigues, the dangers in contemporary Ar.
19 740 That is it, she thought to herself, miserably.
19 741 He wants a meaningless, expendable tool! Then it seemed to her that this was too simple.
19 742 He must also have wanted, she thought, an ignorant girl, one unversed in the politics of Ar, one who will understand little of what is being done, of what she is being used to accomplish, one who, even under torture, her flesh writhing on the rack , drawing back, screaming, from the heat of fierce, white irons, could reveal little or nothing of the matters in which she obediently, unwittingly, had figured.
He said I figured in his plans, she thought. I wonder what that meant. Then she felt a sudden chill. Perhaps he purchased me for a purpose for which he would not care to risk a Gorean girl! She remembered the messages she had carried, the intrigues, the dangers in contemporary Ar. That is it, she thought to herself, miserably. He wants a meaningless, expendable tool! Then it seemed to her that this was too simple. He must also have wanted, she thought, an ignorant girl, one unversed in the politics of Ar, one who will understand little of what is being done, of what she is being used to accomplish, one who, even under torture, her flesh writhing on the rack , drawing back, screaming, from the heat of fierce, white irons, could reveal little or nothing of the matters in which she obediently, unwittingly, had figured. - (Prize of Gor)