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

The former free woman raised her eyes piteously to the attendant who held her left upper arm in a grip of iron, perhaps then understanding what it was to be a woman and a slave, but he was not even aware of this, keeping his gaze fixed on the attendant toward the top of the stairs. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #579)
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25 579 The View more quotes about former">former free woman raised her eyes piteously to the attendant who held her left upper arm in a grip of iron, perhaps then understanding what it was to be a woman and a slave, but he was not even aware of this, keeping his gaze fixed on the attendant toward the top of the stairs.

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

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25 576 "I shall close my hand! I shall close my hand!" called the auctioneer.
25 577 "My hand is closed! Sold!" The gong sounded from somewhere on the block, doubtless toward its back.
25 578 There was a sound of sobbing, a sharp blow of the whip, a cry of pain.
25 579 The former free woman raised her eyes piteously to the attendant who held her left upper arm in a grip of iron, perhaps then understanding what it was to be a woman and a slave, but he was not even aware of this, keeping his gaze fixed on the attendant toward the top of the stairs.
25 580 There was a sudden gesture, imperative, impatient.
25 581 Crying out, the former free woman was dragged toward and then, stumbling, up the steps.
25 582 "It is too soon," thought Ellen.
"I shall close my hand! I shall close my hand!" called the auctioneer. "My hand is closed! Sold!" The gong sounded from somewhere on the block, doubtless toward its back. There was a sound of sobbing, a sharp blow of the whip, a cry of pain. The former free woman raised her eyes piteously to the attendant who held her left upper arm in a grip of iron, perhaps then understanding what it was to be a woman and a slave, but he was not even aware of this, keeping his gaze fixed on the attendant toward the top of the stairs. There was a sudden gesture, imperative, impatient. Crying out, the former free woman was dragged toward and then, stumbling, up the steps. "It is too soon," thought Ellen. - (Prize of Gor)