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Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)

And Kron looked on the beautiful girl who stood before him with such grace and dignity, with no trace of pride or cruelty, or fear. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #126)
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24 126 And Kron View more quotes about looked">looked on the beautiful girl who stood before him with such grace and dignity, with no trace of pride or cruelty, or fear.

Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 123 The sudden noise attracted the attention of the entire room and all eyes turned toward us.
24 124 Lara, her back graceful and straight, set down the pot of Kal-da and came and stood before Kron.
24 125 "I no longer wear the golden mask," she said.
24 126 And Kron looked on the beautiful girl who stood before him with such grace and dignity, with no trace of pride or cruelty, or fear.
24 127 "My Tatrix," he whispered.
24 128 * * * * We marched through the city, the streets behind us filled like gray rivers with the rebels, each man with his own weapon, yet the sound of those rivers converging on the palace of the Tatrix was anything but gray.
24 129 It was the sound of the plowing song, as slow and irresistible as the breaking of ice in frozen rivers, a simple, melodic paean to the soil, celebrating the first breaking of the ground.
The sudden noise attracted the attention of the entire room and all eyes turned toward us. Lara, her back graceful and straight, set down the pot of Kal-da and came and stood before Kron. "I no longer wear the golden mask," she said. And Kron looked on the beautiful girl who stood before him with such grace and dignity, with no trace of pride or cruelty, or fear. "My Tatrix," he whispered. * * * * We marched through the city, the streets behind us filled like gray rivers with the rebels, each man with his own weapon, yet the sound of those rivers converging on the palace of the Tatrix was anything but gray. It was the sound of the plowing song, as slow and irresistible as the breaking of ice in frozen rivers, a simple, melodic paean to the soil, celebrating the first breaking of the ground. - (Outlaw of Gor)