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She regarded me, unpleasantly. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #437)

How I dreaded it when he would cry "Har-ta!" for then we would be switched again. I sobbed in the straps, under the switch. But I was Elinor Brinton, of Park Avenue, of Earth! She had been rich, beautiful, smartly attired, tasteful, sophisticated; she had been well educated and traveled; she had been decisive, confident; she had carried her wealth and her beauty with élan; and she had deserved her position in society; it had been rightfully hers, for she had been a gifted, high-order, superbly intelligent individual, an altogether superior person! She deserved everything that she had had! Whatever she had had she should have had, for she was that kind of person! That was the kind of person she was! So how was it that she now found herself on a distant world, alone and friendless, among barbarians, who could not even speak her language, choking with dust, sweating, unclothed, straining in a harness, under the switch of a master? I glanced at Ute. She regarded me, unpleasantly. She had not forgotten that I had shirked. She looked away, disgusted. I was angry. - (Captive of Gor)