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

"Succor! I beg succor! Behold me! I am not what I seem! I am a free woman, free!" Somewhere in the crowd a man laughed. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #609)
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25 609 "Succor! I beg succor! Behold me! I am not what I View more quotes about seem">seem! I am a free woman, free!" Somewhere in the crowd a man laughed.

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

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25 606 It suddenly occurred to her that the life of the woman on the block might be in danger.
25 607 She had not thought of that earlier.
25 608 "Sirs!" called the former free woman from the block.
25 609 "Succor! I beg succor! Behold me! I am not what I seem! I am a free woman, free!" Somewhere in the crowd a man laughed.
25 610 "No!" she cried.
25 611 "I am free! I am a free woman mistakenly, wrongly, brought before you, thusly exposed and degraded, as though I might be a naked slave! I am a free woman! I am the Lady Melanie of Brundisium.
25 612 Fellow citizens, give me succor! I am in grievous distress! I call upon some noble, gallant citizen of Brundisium to rescue me! Please, please!" "Well," called the auctioneer to the crowd, "it will take at least thirty-five copper tarsks to rescue her!" There was laughter from the crowd.
It suddenly occurred to her that the life of the woman on the block might be in danger. She had not thought of that earlier. "Sirs!" called the former free woman from the block. "Succor! I beg succor! Behold me! I am not what I seem! I am a free woman, free!" Somewhere in the crowd a man laughed. "No!" she cried. "I am free! I am a free woman mistakenly, wrongly, brought before you, thusly exposed and degraded, as though I might be a naked slave! I am a free woman! I am the Lady Melanie of Brundisium. Fellow citizens, give me succor! I am in grievous distress! I call upon some noble, gallant citizen of Brundisium to rescue me! Please, please!" "Well," called the auctioneer to the crowd, "it will take at least thirty-five copper tarsks to rescue her!" There was laughter from the crowd. - (Prize of Gor)