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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

How could they treat me in this fashion? Did they not know who I was? Did they think me some waitress, some clerk, or secretary? I would soon learn they thought me a thousand times less. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #76)
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7 76 How could they treat me in this View more quotes about fashion">fashion? Did they not know who I was? Did they think me some waitress, some clerk, or secretary? I would soon learn they thought me a thousand times less.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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7 73 There was a depression in the floor, which contained some water.
7 74 Obviously I could not lift it, and, after trying to cup water in my hands, with little success, given the shallowness of the depression, I bent down, and lapped at it.
7 75 I felt about and located the food pan, which contained some porridge-like material, and a thick crust of bread.
7 76 How could they treat me in this fashion? Did they not know who I was? Did they think me some waitress, some clerk, or secretary? I would soon learn they thought me a thousand times less.
7 77 I cried out, in anger.
7 78 "I am a free woman! Let me go! Release me! Free me! Give me clothing! Give me decent food! Return me to Earth!" My voice rang against the stones, in the small space.
7 79 But I received no response to my cries.
There was a depression in the floor, which contained some water. Obviously I could not lift it, and, after trying to cup water in my hands, with little success, given the shallowness of the depression, I bent down, and lapped at it. I felt about and located the food pan, which contained some porridge-like material, and a thick crust of bread. How could they treat me in this fashion? Did they not know who I was? Did they think me some waitress, some clerk, or secretary? I would soon learn they thought me a thousand times less. I cried out, in anger. "I am a free woman! Let me go! Release me! Free me! Give me clothing! Give me decent food! Return me to Earth!" My voice rang against the stones, in the small space. But I received no response to my cries. - (Conspirators of Gor)