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Her teeth chattered; her lips were blue. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #300)

She lay on her side, in misery, across great blocks of ice; she could lift her head and shoulders no more than six inches from the ice; she could draw her ankles toward her body no more than six inches; small chips of wood, in which the ice is packed, clung about her body; she was bound, hand and foot, her wrists behind her, her ankles crossed and tied. Two ropes prohibited her from struggling to either a sitting or kneeling position, one running from her right ankle across the ice to a ring in the side of the shed, the other running from her throat across the ice to a similar ring on the other side of the shed. "Please," she wept. Her teeth chattered; her lips were blue. She lay before us, on her back. "Please," she wept, piteously, "I beg to be permitted to run to the furs of Ivar Forkbeard". We looked down on her. - (Marauders of Gor)