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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

"The others," ordered Aphris, "—for the amusement of our guests!" The Feast Steward turned a wary eye toward Saphrar, who, defeated, nodded his head. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #326)
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9 326 "The View more quotes about others">others," ordered Aphris, "—for the amusement of our guests!" The Feast Steward turned a wary eye toward Saphrar, who, defeated, nodded his head.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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9 323 "Please, Aphris," said Saphrar, shaking his fat, pinkish head, sweating.
9 324 "No trouble, no trouble".
9 325 "Ho!" cried Aphris of Turia, summoning the Feast Steward to her, through the turning bodies of the girls dancing among the tables.
9 326 "The others," ordered Aphris, "—for the amusement of our guests!" The Feast Steward turned a wary eye toward Saphrar, who, defeated, nodded his head.
9 327 The Feast Steward then clapped his hands twice, dismissing the girls, who rushed from the room; and then he clapped his hands twice more, paused a moment, then twice more.
9 328 I heard the sound of slave bells attached to ankle rings, to locked wrist bracelets, to Turian collars.
9 329 More girls approached rapidly, their feet taking small running steps in a turning line that sped forth from a small room in the back and to the right.
"Please, Aphris," said Saphrar, shaking his fat, pinkish head, sweating. "No trouble, no trouble". "Ho!" cried Aphris of Turia, summoning the Feast Steward to her, through the turning bodies of the girls dancing among the tables. "The others," ordered Aphris, "—for the amusement of our guests!" The Feast Steward turned a wary eye toward Saphrar, who, defeated, nodded his head. The Feast Steward then clapped his hands twice, dismissing the girls, who rushed from the room; and then he clapped his hands twice more, paused a moment, then twice more. I heard the sound of slave bells attached to ankle rings, to locked wrist bracelets, to Turian collars. More girls approached rapidly, their feet taking small running steps in a turning line that sped forth from a small room in the back and to the right. - (Nomads of Gor)