| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 15 | 1255 | In his View more quotes about right">right hand, the lashes looped in his left, he held a slave whip. |
| 15 | 1256 | I cried out with misery, my hands extended to Rask of Treve, my eyes pleading. |
| 15 | 1257 | He must show Elinor Brinton mercy! But she would be shown no mercy. |
| 15 | 1258 | "Dance, Slave," said Rask of Treve. |
| 15 | 1259 | I leaped to my feet, my hands held over my head. |
| 15 | 1260 | The musicians again began to play. |
| 15 | 1261 | And Elinor Brinton, of Park Avenue, of Earth, a Gorean slave girl, danced before primitive warriors. |