Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 24 | It made me uneasy to be the View more quotes about object">object of their gaze, to be confronted by those passionless, glittering silver masks. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 21 | Each of these women wore resplendent Robes of Concealment, rich in color and workmanship, standing out among the drab garments of the men, but instead of the veil common with such robes the features of each were hidden behind a mask of silver. |
| 8 | 22 | The masks were of identical design, each formed in the semblance of a beautiful, but cold face. |
| 8 | 23 | Some of these masks had turned to gaze upon me as I passed, my scarlet warrior's tunic having caught their eye. |
| 8 | 24 | It made me uneasy to be the object of their gaze, to be confronted by those passionless, glittering silver masks. |
| 8 | 25 | Wandering in the city, I found myself in Tharna's marketplace. |
| 8 | 26 | Though it was apparently a market day, judging from the numerous stalls of vegetables, the racks of meat under awnings, the tubs of salted fish, the cloths and trinkets spread out on carpets before the seated, cross-legged merchants, there was none of the noisy clamor that customarily attends the Gorean market. |
| 8 | 27 | I missed the shrill, interminable calls of the vendors, each different; the good-natured banter of friends in the marketplace exchanging gossip and dinner invitations; the shouts of burly porters threading their way through the tumult; the cries of children escaped from their tutors and playing tag among the stalls; the laughter of veiled girls teasing and being teased by young men, girls purportedly on errands for their families, yet somehow finding the time to taunt the young swains of the city, if only by a flash of their dark eyes and a perhaps too casual adjustment of their veil. |
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Each of these women wore resplendent Robes of Concealment, rich in color and workmanship, standing out among the drab garments of the men, but instead of the veil common with such robes the features of each were hidden behind a mask of silver.
The masks were of identical design, each formed in the semblance of a beautiful, but cold face.
Some of these masks had turned to gaze upon me as I passed, my scarlet warrior's tunic having caught their eye.
It made me uneasy to be the object of their gaze, to be confronted by those passionless, glittering silver masks.
Wandering in the city, I found myself in Tharna's marketplace.
Though it was apparently a market day, judging from the numerous stalls of vegetables, the racks of meat under awnings, the tubs of salted fish, the cloths and trinkets spread out on carpets before the seated, cross-legged merchants, there was none of the noisy clamor that customarily attends the Gorean market.
I missed the shrill, interminable calls of the vendors, each different; the good-natured banter of friends in the marketplace exchanging gossip and dinner invitations; the shouts of burly porters threading their way through the tumult; the cries of children escaped from their tutors and playing tag among the stalls; the laughter of veiled girls teasing and being teased by young men, girls purportedly on errands for their families, yet somehow finding the time to taunt the young swains of the city, if only by a flash of their dark eyes and a perhaps too casual adjustment of their veil.
- (Outlaw of Gor)