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She looked at me, tears in her eyes. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #529)

The very beauty which made her prized among men would make her an object of hostility and loathing among women. A beauty like Vella on Gor had little choice but to relate to men, and, of course, she a slave, on their terms. Too, she had been a high slave, much above the other girls; that surely, as well as many other matters, would have elicited, if not justified, hatred, anger, and resentment; now, of course, she was fallen far below them; she was now a fit object only for their abuse and scorn, to be tempered only to the degree to which they were willing to feel the flash of the guard's strap through their silk. She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Tarl?" she asked. She moved toward me, and slipped to her feet, encircling my body with her small arms. About her left wrist, knotted, was the bleached silk from Klima. - (Tribesmen of Gor)