Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 761 | I went to the wall of thorn View more quotes about brush">brush, a small, forlorn, white figure in the night, clutching the bit of rep-cloth blanket about me. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 758 | The bit of blanket about my shoulders I went to the cliff wall and looked upward at the sheer cliff above me. |
| 3 | 759 | It shone in the moonlight. |
| 3 | 760 | I scratched it with my fingernails. |
| 3 | 761 | I went to the wall of thorn brush, a small, forlorn, white figure in the night, clutching the bit of rep-cloth blanket about me. |
| 3 | 762 | The thorn-brush wall was some eight feet high, some ten feet thick. |
| 3 | 763 | I extended my hand. |
| 3 | 764 | Miserably I drew it back, bloody. |
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The bit of blanket about my shoulders I went to the cliff wall and looked upward at the sheer cliff above me.
It shone in the moonlight.
I scratched it with my fingernails.
I went to the wall of thorn brush, a small, forlorn, white figure in the night, clutching the bit of rep-cloth blanket about me.
The thorn-brush wall was some eight feet high, some ten feet thick.
I extended my hand.
Miserably I drew it back, bloody.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)