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Her legs were pretty. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #24)

I might, in my normal waking state, have recalled much of what had occurred there, even to the words spoken, but, in the unusual state of consciousness which Iskander, by means of his drug and his suggestions, had induced in me even the most trivial details, little things which a waking consciousness would naturally and peremptorily suppress as meaningless, unimportant, were recalled with a lucid, patient fidelity. Notes had been taken by a thin, blond slave girl in a brief, blue tunic, named Luma. Her tunic suggested that she might once have been of the scribes. Her legs were pretty. She knelt close to Bosk of Port Kar. "What does it matter," Samos had asked Iskander, "whether a word is spoken before or after another?" "It may matter much," said Iskander. "It is like the mechanism of the crossbow, the key to a lock. - (Slave Girl of Gor)