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| 3 | 1246 | There is View more quotes about something">something charged and exhilarating about a slave market, the color, the movement, the excitement of the crowds, the bidding, the intensity, the lovely women being sold. |
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| 3 | 1243 | "A tarsk bit to enter, Master," said a slaver's man at the entrance to the pavilion. |
| 3 | 1244 | I handed him a tarsk bit from my pouch, and pushed through the canvas. |
| 3 | 1245 | My nostrils flared, my blood moved now faster in my veins. |
| 3 | 1246 | There is something charged and exhilarating about a slave market, the color, the movement, the excitement of the crowds, the bidding, the intensity, the lovely women being sold. |
| 3 | 1247 | "Four copper tarsks!" was a bid called from the floor. |
| 3 | 1248 | The girl stood on the block, her right side to the bidders. |
| 3 | 1249 | Her hands were behind her head, and her body was arched back. |