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

But this was not an astonishment, not now, at seeing her here, in the camp, that she should be here, but an astonishment, it seemed, that she was now as she was, was now as he found her to be. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #481)
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22 481 But this was not an astonishment, not now, at View more quotes about seeing">seeing her here, in the camp, that she should be here, but an astonishment, it seemed, that she was now as she was, was now as he found her to be.

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

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22 478 How could he look at her in that fashion? How dare he look at her in that fashion? Then she recalled she was slave.
22 479 When again their eyes met it seemed that it might be as though he were seeing her for the first time.
22 480 Again it seemed to her that he might be startled, or surprised, perhaps even astonished, looking upon her.
22 481 But this was not an astonishment, not now, at seeing her here, in the camp, that she should be here, but an astonishment, it seemed, that she was now as she was, was now as he found her to be.
22 482 Had she changed so much, she wondered.
22 483 Perhaps he did not recognize her? "Wine, slave!" called a fellow from another group.
22 484 "Coming, Master!" she called, and relievedly turned about, hurrying to her new summoner, mercifully breaking the spell which had held her, as an immobilized slave, before his gaze.
How could he look at her in that fashion? How dare he look at her in that fashion? Then she recalled she was slave. When again their eyes met it seemed that it might be as though he were seeing her for the first time. Again it seemed to her that he might be startled, or surprised, perhaps even astonished, looking upon her. But this was not an astonishment, not now, at seeing her here, in the camp, that she should be here, but an astonishment, it seemed, that she was now as she was, was now as he found her to be. Had she changed so much, she wondered. Perhaps he did not recognize her? "Wine, slave!" called a fellow from another group. "Coming, Master!" she called, and relievedly turned about, hurrying to her new summoner, mercifully breaking the spell which had held her, as an immobilized slave, before his gaze. - (Prize of Gor)