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Then I remembered how it had looked at me, so piercingly. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #241)

I was sure the thing accompanying the unusual free woman, that slight blond-haired beauty, she who dared to go about unveiled, was a rational organism. It was not a pet. I did not know what it was, but I was sure it was not a pet. Then I remembered how it had looked at me, so piercingly. Certainly it had not been the look of a human male, a master, that look to which a slave becomes so accustomed, say, that casual, assessing look, from hair to ankles, which undresses her, nor the simple look of a beast, say, curious, hostile, or baleful. It had been a look that seemed, somehow, to be trying to understand my expression. Did it know me? Did I know it? Had we something to do with one another? I think it had read more than apprehension, or fear, in my countenance, as it might have read in the countenance of Lita. - (Plunder of Gor)