Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 25 | 971 | Her View more quotes about knees">knees were deep in the sawdust, and her hands were in it, to the wrists. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 25 | 968 | Ellen sobbed suddenly, again, held, twisted backward. |
| 25 | 969 | "Is there more?" called the auctioneer. |
| 25 | 970 | "More?" He released Ellen's hair and took her by the upper left arm, and threw her to her hands and knees in the sawdust before him. |
| 25 | 971 | Her knees were deep in the sawdust, and her hands were in it, to the wrists. |
| 25 | 972 | She looked wildly out, through her fallen, dangling, scattered hair, into the crowd. |
| 25 | 973 | Tears fell into the sawdust. |
| 25 | 974 | "More?" inquired the auctioneer. |
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Ellen sobbed suddenly, again, held, twisted backward.
"Is there more?" called the auctioneer.
"More?" He released Ellen's hair and took her by the upper left arm, and threw her to her hands and knees in the sawdust before him.
Her knees were deep in the sawdust, and her hands were in it, to the wrists.
She looked wildly out, through her fallen, dangling, scattered hair, into the crowd.
Tears fell into the sawdust.
"More?" inquired the auctioneer.
- (Prize of Gor)