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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

About my left wrist, knotted, bleached in the sun, was a bit of slave silk. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #669)
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14 669 About my View more quotes about left">left wrist, knotted, bleached in the sun, was a bit of slave silk.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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14 666 I looked up toward the merciless sun.
14 667 Its relentless presence seemed to fill the sky.
14 668 I looked down.
14 669 About my left wrist, knotted, bleached in the sun, was a bit of slave silk.
14 670 On it, still, lingered the perfume of a slave girl, one who, purchased, had been useful to Kurii, who had testified falsely against me at Nine Wells, who had, contemptuously, insolently, cast me a token of her consideration, a bit of silk and scent, to remember her by, when I served at Klima.
14 671 I would not soon forget pretty Vella.
14 672 I would remember her well.
I looked up toward the merciless sun. Its relentless presence seemed to fill the sky. I looked down. About my left wrist, knotted, bleached in the sun, was a bit of slave silk. On it, still, lingered the perfume of a slave girl, one who, purchased, had been useful to Kurii, who had testified falsely against me at Nine Wells, who had, contemptuously, insolently, cast me a token of her consideration, a bit of silk and scent, to remember her by, when I served at Klima. I would not soon forget pretty Vella. I would remember her well. - (Tribesmen of Gor)