Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 21 | 127 | How awry had View more quotes about turned">turned out the brave adventure of Portus Canio! "Thus to the enemies of Cos!" called out their attendant, spitting toward the group of prisoners, or slaves. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 21 | 124 | Ellen recognized Portus Canio! He did not see her. |
| 21 | 125 | It seemed as though he could see little. |
| 21 | 126 | Beside him, chained to him, was Fel Doron! Ellen hurried on, miserable. |
| 21 | 127 | How awry had turned out the brave adventure of Portus Canio! "Thus to the enemies of Cos!" called out their attendant, spitting toward the group of prisoners, or slaves. |
| 21 | 128 | More than one of them lifted their heads, but they seemed not fully to comprehend, or mind, the passing jibe. |
| 21 | 129 | Ellen supposed that little might matter to them now but food, sleep and commands. |
| 21 | 130 | How complete was the victory of Cos! And what a small part of their victory was the slave called 'Ellen', as incidental to it as an appropriated tarsk! Ellen quickly turned her head away from the kneeling captives, or slaves, put it down and brushed her hair to the side. |
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Ellen recognized Portus Canio! He did not see her.
It seemed as though he could see little.
Beside him, chained to him, was Fel Doron! Ellen hurried on, miserable.
How awry had turned out the brave adventure of Portus Canio! "Thus to the enemies of Cos!" called out their attendant, spitting toward the group of prisoners, or slaves.
More than one of them lifted their heads, but they seemed not fully to comprehend, or mind, the passing jibe.
Ellen supposed that little might matter to them now but food, sleep and commands.
How complete was the victory of Cos! And what a small part of their victory was the slave called 'Ellen', as incidental to it as an appropriated tarsk! Ellen quickly turned her head away from the kneeling captives, or slaves, put it down and brushed her hair to the side.
- (Prize of Gor)