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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

* * * * "Tonight," cried Ute, happily, "you will serve, all of you!" The girls cried out with pleasure. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #994)
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15 994 * * * * "View more quotes about tonight">Tonight," cried Ute, happily, "you will serve, all of you!" The girls cried out with pleasure.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 991 I used the blade of cooperativeness, of virtue, of diligence, of punctuality to proclaim myself better than the others, all of them.
15 992 Mostly I prided myself on my moral superiority as a woman, above the self-indulgent, contaminating weaknesses of their piteous needs.
15 993 I was not as they.
15 994 * * * * "Tonight," cried Ute, happily, "you will serve, all of you!" The girls cried out with pleasure.
15 995 This afternoon, for the first time in weeks, the raids of Rask of Treve had been successful.
15 996 Eleven girls had been brought in, and much treasure.
15 997 Laughing, bloody tarnsmen, with strings of pearls thrown about their necks, and cups and goblets tied at their saddles, and their saddle packs bulging with the weight of golden tarn disks, had brought their tarns down, wings beating, to receive the greetings of the camp.
I used the blade of cooperativeness, of virtue, of diligence, of punctuality to proclaim myself better than the others, all of them. Mostly I prided myself on my moral superiority as a woman, above the self-indulgent, contaminating weaknesses of their piteous needs. I was not as they. * * * * "Tonight," cried Ute, happily, "you will serve, all of you!" The girls cried out with pleasure. This afternoon, for the first time in weeks, the raids of Rask of Treve had been successful. Eleven girls had been brought in, and much treasure. Laughing, bloody tarnsmen, with strings of pearls thrown about their necks, and cups and goblets tied at their saddles, and their saddle packs bulging with the weight of golden tarn disks, had brought their tarns down, wings beating, to receive the greetings of the camp. - (Captive of Gor)