Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 16 | How View more quotes about small">small and delicate seemed her fingers on the heavy, merciless links. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 13 | She heard the creak of wagon wheels. |
| 20 | 14 | She feared she might be ill, that she might faint. |
| 20 | 15 | She grasped the chain before her, with both hands. |
| 20 | 16 | How small and delicate seemed her fingers on the heavy, merciless links. |
| 20 | 17 | How well they keep slaves, she thought. |
| 20 | 18 | "Put your hands at your sides, slave girl," said a voice. |
| 20 | 19 | "Keep your eyes straight ahead, stand gracefully". |
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She heard the creak of wagon wheels.
She feared she might be ill, that she might faint.
She grasped the chain before her, with both hands.
How small and delicate seemed her fingers on the heavy, merciless links.
How well they keep slaves, she thought.
"Put your hands at your sides, slave girl," said a voice.
"Keep your eyes straight ahead, stand gracefully".
- (Prize of Gor)