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

It was as though two or three men, unseen, might be tearing at the concealment, she fighting them, she trying to restore it. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #478)
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24 478 It was as View more quotes about though">though two or three men, unseen, might be tearing at the concealment, she fighting them, she trying to restore it.

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

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24 475 She had then, with a toss of her veiled head, returned to the area of preparation.
24 476 It was a different Ellen who appeared this time upon the sand, one who seemed uncertain, and frightened.
24 477 With her own hands, but, it seemed, as though with the hands of another, she drew her veil about, drawing it to one side and then the other, this providing a glimpse, then again they concealed, of her features.
24 478 It was as though two or three men, unseen, might be tearing at the concealment, she fighting them, she trying to restore it.
24 479 Then, as she spun in the sand, to the music, she unwound the veil and put it down about her shoulders.
24 480 She threw her head back as though in anguish, in misery and protest, but her features were bared to the men.
24 481 It seemed then she had undergone one of the most dreaded fates of a high-caste Gorean free woman.
She had then, with a toss of her veiled head, returned to the area of preparation. It was a different Ellen who appeared this time upon the sand, one who seemed uncertain, and frightened. With her own hands, but, it seemed, as though with the hands of another, she drew her veil about, drawing it to one side and then the other, this providing a glimpse, then again they concealed, of her features. It was as though two or three men, unseen, might be tearing at the concealment, she fighting them, she trying to restore it. Then, as she spun in the sand, to the music, she unwound the veil and put it down about her shoulders. She threw her head back as though in anguish, in misery and protest, but her features were bared to the men. It seemed then she had undergone one of the most dreaded fates of a high-caste Gorean free woman. - (Prize of Gor)