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She was clad in Robes of Concealment, but their texture and color were a far cry from the glorious vanities often expressed in such garments, the silken purples, yellows and scarlets that the Gorean maiden delighted in; the robes were of coarse brown cloth, tattered and caked with dirt. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #133)

Occasionally the Gorean, like his brothers in our world, perhaps even more frequently, learns the meaning of love. The girl was now quite close to me, and yet had not seen me. Her head was down. She was clad in Robes of Concealment, but their texture and color were a far cry from the glorious vanities often expressed in such garments, the silken purples, yellows and scarlets that the Gorean maiden delighted in; the robes were of coarse brown cloth, tattered and caked with dirt. Everything about her bespoke misery and dejection. "Tal," I said, quietly, that I might not startle her too much, lifting my arm in gentle salute. She had not known of my presence, and yet she did not seem much surprised. - (Outlaw of Gor)