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But what difference would it make, I asked myself, if one slave or another might be recognized? I saw the cofifle begin to move slowly toward the stockade gate. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #72)

But then I thought it might be more likely that they might be hooded that their faces might be concealed. If so, it did not seem likely that the fear was their beauty, and its possible effect on strong men, for, although they were beauties, it seemed there were many in Shipcamp who were their equals, if not superiors. So, I thought, the hooding must be that they not, or one or another of them, be recognized. But what difference would it make, I asked myself, if one slave or another might be recognized? I saw the cofifle begin to move slowly toward the stockade gate. The left arm of the lead girl was held by one of the fellows who had accompanied the guard. The guard himself, with his lamp, was to the left of the coffle. The two fellows with torches had turned about, and were moving toward the broad stairway leading down to the river, that which I had ascended yesterday. - (Smugglers of Gor)