Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 234 | He wore View more quotes about otherwise">otherwise only a tunic and the heavy sandals, almost boots, of a soldier. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 231 | "Have pity, Mistress!" wept the caught slave girl, her head to her mistress' sandals. |
| 5 | 232 | "What is going on here?" demanded a man, emerging from the central, dark tent, which I took to be that of the headquarters of the camp. |
| 5 | 233 | He carried a sword slung over his shoulder, loosely. |
| 5 | 234 | He wore otherwise only a tunic and the heavy sandals, almost boots, of a soldier. |
| 5 | 235 | "Behold," cried the Lady Sabina, indicating the kneeling girl, "a lascivious slave girl!" The soldier, the leader of the camp, I gathered, was not pleased at having his work or rest interrupted, but was concerned to be deferential. |
| 5 | 236 | "I followed her," said the Lady Sabina, "and found her here, shameless in the arms of a soldier, touching, kissing!" "Pity, Mistress," wept the girl. |
| 5 | 237 | "Have I not, Lehna," inquired the Lady Sabina, sternly, "taught you proper deportment? Have I not instructed you in dignity? Is this how you betray my trust?" "Forgive me, Mistress," wept the girl. |
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"Have pity, Mistress!" wept the caught slave girl, her head to her mistress' sandals.
"What is going on here?" demanded a man, emerging from the central, dark tent, which I took to be that of the headquarters of the camp.
He carried a sword slung over his shoulder, loosely.
He wore otherwise only a tunic and the heavy sandals, almost boots, of a soldier.
"Behold," cried the Lady Sabina, indicating the kneeling girl, "a lascivious slave girl!" The soldier, the leader of the camp, I gathered, was not pleased at having his work or rest interrupted, but was concerned to be deferential.
"I followed her," said the Lady Sabina, "and found her here, shameless in the arms of a soldier, touching, kissing!" "Pity, Mistress," wept the girl.
"Have I not, Lehna," inquired the Lady Sabina, sternly, "taught you proper deportment? Have I not instructed you in dignity? Is this how you betray my trust?" "Forgive me, Mistress," wept the girl.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)