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Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Perhaps now, dear Lady," said the captain, "you will choose to speak, choose to reveal your name and city, and your business in this vicinity so late in the night?" I dared not speak. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #437)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
5 437 "View more quotes about perhaps">Perhaps now, dear Lady," said the captain, "you will choose to speak, choose to reveal your name and city, and your business in this vicinity so late in the night?" I dared not speak.

Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
5 434 It was as though my slip had been torn away by the invaders in my house.
5 435 The lineaments of my face could now be detected beneath the veil of the citizeness.
5 436 The last veil, in its sheerness, and transparency, is little more than a token.
5 437 "Perhaps now, dear Lady," said the captain, "you will choose to speak, choose to reveal your name and city, and your business in this vicinity so late in the night?" I dared not speak.
5 438 I turned my head to the side, with a wild sob, as the veil of the citizeness was torn away.
5 439 I wore now only the last veil.
5 440 It was as though in my own home an almost final shield of modesty had been taken from me, leaving me only a bit of wide-strung netting, inviting the ripping hand of a master.
It was as though my slip had been torn away by the invaders in my house. The lineaments of my face could now be detected beneath the veil of the citizeness. The last veil, in its sheerness, and transparency, is little more than a token. "Perhaps now, dear Lady," said the captain, "you will choose to speak, choose to reveal your name and city, and your business in this vicinity so late in the night?" I dared not speak. I turned my head to the side, with a wild sob, as the veil of the citizeness was torn away. I wore now only the last veil. It was as though in my own home an almost final shield of modesty had been taken from me, leaving me only a bit of wide-strung netting, inviting the ripping hand of a master. - (Slave Girl of Gor)