Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 29 | 239 | And View more quotes about surely">surely I have nothing to fear from him now!" "Ah, yes," said Selius Arconious. |
 |
Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 29 | 236 | And she well understood, to her misery, that her own imperfections of service, extending even to actual infractions, far exceeded matters inadvertent and trivial. |
| 29 | 237 | She must try again! "Master is kind!" she suddenly cried, lightly. |
| 29 | 238 | "After the dance in the festival camp, when I was to be given fifteen lashes, ten for not having declared, however honestly, a proficiency in slave dance, and five for having spoken without permission, Master purchased the strokes, each for a tarsk-bit, and saved me the beating! How grateful I am to Master for his generosity, his thoughtfulness, his kindness! He would not have me beaten. |
| 29 | 239 | And surely I have nothing to fear from him now!" "Ah, yes," said Selius Arconious. |
| 29 | 240 | "The festival camp, outside Brundisium". |
| 29 | 241 | "Yes, Master!" cried the slave, hopefully. |
| 29 | 242 | "It amused me," said Selius Arconious, recollectively, "to see you dance as a slave, the slave you are. |
|
And she well understood, to her misery, that her own imperfections of service, extending even to actual infractions, far exceeded matters inadvertent and trivial.
She must try again! "Master is kind!" she suddenly cried, lightly.
"After the dance in the festival camp, when I was to be given fifteen lashes, ten for not having declared, however honestly, a proficiency in slave dance, and five for having spoken without permission, Master purchased the strokes, each for a tarsk-bit, and saved me the beating! How grateful I am to Master for his generosity, his thoughtfulness, his kindness! He would not have me beaten.
And surely I have nothing to fear from him now!" "Ah, yes," said Selius Arconious.
"The festival camp, outside Brundisium".
"Yes, Master!" cried the slave, hopefully.
"It amused me," said Selius Arconious, recollectively, "to see you dance as a slave, the slave you are.
- (Prize of Gor)