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

When I lifted my head from the fountain in the Turian street Harold cried out in amazement, "Why you ARE Tarl Cabot!" "Yes," I had responded. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #19)
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22 19 When I View more quotes about lifted">lifted my head from the fountain in the Turian street Harold cried out in amazement, "Why you ARE Tarl Cabot!" "Yes," I had responded.

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

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22 16 It seemed to me that for once my hair might actually prove useful, a turnabout I contemplated with pleasure.
22 17 Do not take me wrong—I am rather fond, on the whole, of my hair—it is merely that one must, to be objective about such matters, recognize that it has, from time to time, involved me in various difficulties—beginning about my fourth year.
22 18 Now, however, it might not hurt at all to be promptly and accurately identified by means of it.
22 19 When I lifted my head from the fountain in the Turian street Harold cried out in amazement, "Why you ARE Tarl Cabot!" "Yes," I had responded.
22 20 After we had taken the girl and the potter and wine vendor to whatever safety their homes might afford, we set out for the House of Saphrar, where, after some examination of the scene, I convinced myself there was nothing immediately to be done.
22 21 It was invested by better than two of the Thousands.
22 22 No assault of the place had yet begun.
It seemed to me that for once my hair might actually prove useful, a turnabout I contemplated with pleasure. Do not take me wrong—I am rather fond, on the whole, of my hair—it is merely that one must, to be objective about such matters, recognize that it has, from time to time, involved me in various difficulties—beginning about my fourth year. Now, however, it might not hurt at all to be promptly and accurately identified by means of it. When I lifted my head from the fountain in the Turian street Harold cried out in amazement, "Why you ARE Tarl Cabot!" "Yes," I had responded. After we had taken the girl and the potter and wine vendor to whatever safety their homes might afford, we set out for the House of Saphrar, where, after some examination of the scene, I convinced myself there was nothing immediately to be done. It was invested by better than two of the Thousands. No assault of the place had yet begun. - (Nomads of Gor)