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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

How easy it is to misconstrue and magnify the smallest incidents, the most meaningless things! Yet, too, somehow, I sensed the matter was not done. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #49)
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5 49 How View more quotes about easy">easy it is to misconstrue and magnify the smallest incidents, the most meaningless things! Yet, too, somehow, I sensed the matter was not done.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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5 46 But I had been unable to forget.
5 47 How could I forget those keen, dark, quiet eyes which had so surveyed me, seeing me as I had sensed I had never been seen before? Did he seem amused, that I might stand in his presence, presenting myself as though I might be a free woman? I suspected he knew better.
5 48 Days I had spent, uneasy, distracted, ill at ease, remembering, struggling to brush aside the cruel insistencies of recollection; how often I censured myself for my misunderstandings, my foolishness.
5 49 How easy it is to misconstrue and magnify the smallest incidents, the most meaningless things! Yet, too, somehow, I sensed the matter was not done.
5 50 I had the odd sensation, from time to time, that I might be the subject of inquiries, that I might be under surveillance.
5 51 Perhaps photos had been taken.
5 52 Perhaps somewhere, in one place or another, I had been filmed, perhaps more than once.
But I had been unable to forget. How could I forget those keen, dark, quiet eyes which had so surveyed me, seeing me as I had sensed I had never been seen before? Did he seem amused, that I might stand in his presence, presenting myself as though I might be a free woman? I suspected he knew better. Days I had spent, uneasy, distracted, ill at ease, remembering, struggling to brush aside the cruel insistencies of recollection; how often I censured myself for my misunderstandings, my foolishness. How easy it is to misconstrue and magnify the smallest incidents, the most meaningless things! Yet, too, somehow, I sensed the matter was not done. I had the odd sensation, from time to time, that I might be the subject of inquiries, that I might be under surveillance. Perhaps photos had been taken. Perhaps somewhere, in one place or another, I had been filmed, perhaps more than once. - (Smugglers of Gor)