Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 48 | 36 | I View more quotes about glanced">glanced to my left, and my attention was suddenly arrested, fearfully so, in a moment of terror. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 48 | 33 | How bright, how clever, how superior, I was! I had eluded the masters. |
| 48 | 34 | What slave can manage that? And they said there was no escape for the Gorean slave girl! But I had escaped! They would never recapture me! I could not be recaptured. |
| 48 | 35 | I was too clever for them! But what could I do, marked, tunicked, and collared, easily identifiable, female and slave, where could I go? But the difficulty now was to manage the crossing. |
| 48 | 36 | I glanced to my left, and my attention was suddenly arrested, fearfully so, in a moment of terror. |
| 48 | 37 | For an instant I could not move. |
| 48 | 38 | Again, as I had long ago, on the first day of my escape from Shipcamp, I thought I saw a beast's head in the shadows, looking at me, a large, broad, motionless head. |
| 48 | 39 | I had then regarded it with greater care, and found that it was no more than a misconstrued pattern in the forest, an artifact of perception, a misinterpreted mixture of brush and branches, light and shadow. |
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How bright, how clever, how superior, I was! I had eluded the masters.
What slave can manage that? And they said there was no escape for the Gorean slave girl! But I had escaped! They would never recapture me! I could not be recaptured.
I was too clever for them! But what could I do, marked, tunicked, and collared, easily identifiable, female and slave, where could I go? But the difficulty now was to manage the crossing.
I glanced to my left, and my attention was suddenly arrested, fearfully so, in a moment of terror.
For an instant I could not move.
Again, as I had long ago, on the first day of my escape from Shipcamp, I thought I saw a beast's head in the shadows, looking at me, a large, broad, motionless head.
I had then regarded it with greater care, and found that it was no more than a misconstrued pattern in the forest, an artifact of perception, a misinterpreted mixture of brush and branches, light and shadow.
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