Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 11 | 402 | She View more quotes about squirmed">squirmed and struggled on his shoulder, kicking and pounding on his back. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 11 | 399 | "Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "the banquet of Saphrar?" "Of course," she said, warily. |
| 11 | 400 | "Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "the affair of the tiny bottles of perfume and the smell of bosk dung—how nobly you attempted to rid the banquet hall of that most unpleasant and distasteful odor?" "Yes," said the girl, very slowly. |
| 11 | 401 | "Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "what I then said to you—what I said at that time?" "No!" cried the girl leaping up, but Kamchak had jumped toward her, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. |
| 11 | 402 | She squirmed and struggled on his shoulder, kicking and pounding on his back. |
| 11 | 403 | "Sleen!" she cried. |
| 11 | 404 | "Sleen! Sleen! Sleen!" I followed Kamchak down the steps of the wagon and, blinking and still sensible of the effects of the paga, gravely held open the large dung sack near the rear left wheel of the wagon. |
| 11 | 405 | "No, Master!" the girl wept. |
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"Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "the banquet of Saphrar?" "Of course," she said, warily.
"Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "the affair of the tiny bottles of perfume and the smell of bosk dung—how nobly you attempted to rid the banquet hall of that most unpleasant and distasteful odor?" "Yes," said the girl, very slowly.
"Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "what I then said to you—what I said at that time?" "No!" cried the girl leaping up, but Kamchak had jumped toward her, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.
She squirmed and struggled on his shoulder, kicking and pounding on his back.
"Sleen!" she cried.
"Sleen! Sleen! Sleen!" I followed Kamchak down the steps of the wagon and, blinking and still sensible of the effects of the paga, gravely held open the large dung sack near the rear left wheel of the wagon.
"No, Master!" the girl wept.
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