Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 23 | "Be View more quotes about careful">careful," I advised him, attempting not to let a note of triumph permeate my admonition. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 20 | She was now covered with a cold sweat and was trembling with terror. |
| 20 | 21 | Perched on the wall, holding the girl with one hand to prevent her tumbling off, I watched Harold springing up and down and then he was leaping towards me. |
| 20 | 22 | He, too, slipped, as I was not displeased to note, but our hands met and he was drawn to safety. |
| 20 | 23 | "Be careful," I advised him, attempting not to let a note of triumph permeate my admonition. |
| 20 | 24 | "Quite right," wheezed Harold, "as I myself earlier pointed out". |
| 20 | 25 | I considered pushing him off the wall, but, thinking of the height, the likelihood of breaking his neck and back and such, and consequently thereby complicating our measures for escape, I dismissed the notion as impractical, however tempting. |
| 20 | 26 | "Come along," he said, flinging Hereena across his shoulders like a thigh of bosk meat, and starting along the wall. |
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She was now covered with a cold sweat and was trembling with terror.
Perched on the wall, holding the girl with one hand to prevent her tumbling off, I watched Harold springing up and down and then he was leaping towards me.
He, too, slipped, as I was not displeased to note, but our hands met and he was drawn to safety.
"Be careful," I advised him, attempting not to let a note of triumph permeate my admonition.
"Quite right," wheezed Harold, "as I myself earlier pointed out".
I considered pushing him off the wall, but, thinking of the height, the likelihood of breaking his neck and back and such, and consequently thereby complicating our measures for escape, I dismissed the notion as impractical, however tempting.
"Come along," he said, flinging Hereena across his shoulders like a thigh of bosk meat, and starting along the wall.
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