Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 28 | 51 | "View more quotes about mercy">Mercy, Masters!" cried one, on her knees in the mud, lifting her hand piteously, and her outcry, unacceptable and importunate, was answered with a stroke of the switch. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 28 | 48 | Rain was falling, cold and pelting, almost blinding. |
| 28 | 49 | Their hair was clotted with mud and their tunics were filthy. |
| 28 | 50 | Mud covered their legs to the thighs. |
| 28 | 51 | "Mercy, Masters!" cried one, on her knees in the mud, lifting her hand piteously, and her outcry, unacceptable and importunate, was answered with a stroke of the switch. |
| 28 | 52 | She regained her feet and, joining her coffled sisters, pressed, weeping, with the palms of her small hands against the rude back of the wagon. |
| 28 | 53 | "Hold," I said, moving forward. |
| 28 | 54 | I put my back under the wagon, facing backward, and, straightening a little, managed to lift it from the mud, and thrust it forward a foot or two. |
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Rain was falling, cold and pelting, almost blinding.
Their hair was clotted with mud and their tunics were filthy.
Mud covered their legs to the thighs.
"Mercy, Masters!" cried one, on her knees in the mud, lifting her hand piteously, and her outcry, unacceptable and importunate, was answered with a stroke of the switch.
She regained her feet and, joining her coffled sisters, pressed, weeping, with the palms of her small hands against the rude back of the wagon.
"Hold," I said, moving forward.
I put my back under the wagon, facing backward, and, straightening a little, managed to lift it from the mud, and thrust it forward a foot or two.
- (Swordsmen of Gor)