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

Surely they would not dare to speak so of the legs of a free woman. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #312)
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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28 309 "Prettier than those of Phoebe?" asked Bosk of Port Kar.
28 310 "No, I do not think so," said Marcus of Ar's Station.
28 311 That "Phoebe," as they spoke of her, thought Ellen, so casually, so objectively, must be a slave.
28 312 Surely they would not dare to speak so of the legs of a free woman.
28 313 What beasts men are, thought Ellen, to openly compare the limbs of slaves! Are we animals? And then, of course, devastatingly, the obvious thought came to her that yes, of course, they were animals! "Get busy!" snapped Selius Arconious.
28 314 For some reason, he seemed angry with her.
28 315 Perhaps she had been a bit petulant, earlier, before the attack of the beasts, but surely he would not hold that against her! Not such a small thing! "Yes, Master!" she said, stumbling, hurrying, running to the wagon, to fetch supplies, pans, utensils, bread, grains, that she might expeditiously set about preparing the men's breakfast.
"Prettier than those of Phoebe?" asked Bosk of Port Kar. "No, I do not think so," said Marcus of Ar's Station. That "Phoebe," as they spoke of her, thought Ellen, so casually, so objectively, must be a slave. Surely they would not dare to speak so of the legs of a free woman. What beasts men are, thought Ellen, to openly compare the limbs of slaves! Are we animals? And then, of course, devastatingly, the obvious thought came to her that yes, of course, they were animals! "Get busy!" snapped Selius Arconious. For some reason, he seemed angry with her. Perhaps she had been a bit petulant, earlier, before the attack of the beasts, but surely he would not hold that against her! Not such a small thing! "Yes, Master!" she said, stumbling, hurrying, running to the wagon, to fetch supplies, pans, utensils, bread, grains, that she might expeditiously set about preparing the men's breakfast. - (Prize of Gor)