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

Arm in arm, Harold and I strode under the archway leading from the well yard. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #115)
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16 115 Arm in arm, View more quotes about harold">Harold and I strode under the archway leading from the well yard.

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

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16 112 "If you wish—" he said.
16 113 I told myself it might be better, even, to come to the House of Saphrar late, rather than possibly before the twentieth hour.
16 114 In the meantime it seemed reasonable to while away some time and the baths of Turia seemed as good a place as any to do so.
16 115 Arm in arm, Harold and I strode under the archway leading from the well yard.
16 116 We had scarcely cleared the portal and set foot in the street when we heard a swift rustle of heavy wire and, startled, looking up, saw the steel net descend on us.
16 117 Immediately we heard the sound of several men leaping down to the street and the draw cords on the wire net—probably of the sort often used for snaring sleen—began to tighten.
16 118 Neither Harold nor myself could move an arm or hand and, locked in the net, we stood like fools until a guardsman kicked the feet out from under us and we rolled, entrapped in the wire, at his feet.
"If you wish—" he said. I told myself it might be better, even, to come to the House of Saphrar late, rather than possibly before the twentieth hour. In the meantime it seemed reasonable to while away some time and the baths of Turia seemed as good a place as any to do so. Arm in arm, Harold and I strode under the archway leading from the well yard. We had scarcely cleared the portal and set foot in the street when we heard a swift rustle of heavy wire and, startled, looking up, saw the steel net descend on us. Immediately we heard the sound of several men leaping down to the street and the draw cords on the wire net—probably of the sort often used for snaring sleen—began to tighten. Neither Harold nor myself could move an arm or hand and, locked in the net, we stood like fools until a guardsman kicked the feet out from under us and we rolled, entrapped in the wire, at his feet. - (Nomads of Gor)