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

Then I emerged in the chamber below the roof of the keep and there found Harold, sitting on the bottom rung of the last ladder, breathing heavily, Hereena lying squirming at his feet. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #81)
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20 81 Then I View more quotes about emerged">emerged in the chamber below the roof of the keep and there found Harold, sitting on the bottom rung of the last ladder, breathing heavily, Hereena lying squirming at his feet.

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

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20 78 I then flung the two bars in position, which locked the door, lest men on ladders from the ground attempt to force it.
20 79 The room in which I found myself contained an unconscious guard, but no further sign of Harold or Hereena.
20 80 I then climbed up a wooden ladder to the next level, which was empty, and then another level and another, and another.
20 81 Then I emerged in the chamber below the roof of the keep and there found Harold, sitting on the bottom rung of the last ladder, breathing heavily, Hereena lying squirming at his feet.
20 82 "I have been waiting for you," said Harold, gasping.
20 83 "Let us proceed," I said, "lest the tarns be flown from the roof and we be isolated in the tower".
20 84 "My plan exactly," said Harold, "but first should you not teach me to master the tarn?" I heard Hereena moan with horror and she began to struggle madly to free herself of the scarves that bound her.
I then flung the two bars in position, which locked the door, lest men on ladders from the ground attempt to force it. The room in which I found myself contained an unconscious guard, but no further sign of Harold or Hereena. I then climbed up a wooden ladder to the next level, which was empty, and then another level and another, and another. Then I emerged in the chamber below the roof of the keep and there found Harold, sitting on the bottom rung of the last ladder, breathing heavily, Hereena lying squirming at his feet. "I have been waiting for you," said Harold, gasping. "Let us proceed," I said, "lest the tarns be flown from the roof and we be isolated in the tower". "My plan exactly," said Harold, "but first should you not teach me to master the tarn?" I heard Hereena moan with horror and she began to struggle madly to free herself of the scarves that bound her. - (Nomads of Gor)