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Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Forgive me, Master!" It is well known hat kajirae are amongst the most curious of beasts. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #75)
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29 75 "View more quotes about forgive">Forgive me, Master!" It is well known hat kajirae are amongst the most curious of beasts.

Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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29 72 "What is it, Master? What is it?" called a slave to a passing guard, but then she cried out in fear, turned her back, crouched down, and covered her head with her hands and arms, and was struck several times with his switch.
29 73 "Curiosity," said the guard, "is not becoming in a kajira".
29 74 "Yes, Master," she wept.
29 75 "Forgive me, Master!" It is well known hat kajirae are amongst the most curious of beasts.
29 76 How eager they are to be informed, to be brought up to date, to learn the latest! They will beg, wheedle, scratch, and scramble for the tiniest particle of news.
29 77 The girl who knows something the others do not is as a Ubara in the slave quarters.
29 78 How she is pressed! How all hang upon her superior, sly glances, her least, carefully rationed word! How pleasant it is sometimes to frustrate them, and see them pout and squirm in ignorance, tears in their eyes.
"What is it, Master? What is it?" called a slave to a passing guard, but then she cried out in fear, turned her back, crouched down, and covered her head with her hands and arms, and was struck several times with his switch. "Curiosity," said the guard, "is not becoming in a kajira". "Yes, Master," she wept. "Forgive me, Master!" It is well known hat kajirae are amongst the most curious of beasts. How eager they are to be informed, to be brought up to date, to learn the latest! They will beg, wheedle, scratch, and scramble for the tiniest particle of news. The girl who knows something the others do not is as a Ubara in the slave quarters. How she is pressed! How all hang upon her superior, sly glances, her least, carefully rationed word! How pleasant it is sometimes to frustrate them, and see them pout and squirm in ignorance, tears in their eyes. - (Swordsmen of Gor)