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Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)

Scarcely had I sold them the poems than they all hastened away, covetous, lucky, greedy fellows, lest I change my mind. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #138)
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11 138 View more quotes about scarcely">Scarcely had I sold them the poems than they all hastened away, covetous, lucky, greedy fellows, lest I change my mind.

Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)

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11 135 "No!" cried Hurtha.
11 136 "There were four other poems sold! I shall never be able to recover those poems! They are gone, gone!" He put his head again in his hands, sobbing.
11 137 "I shall never be able to find all those fellows again.
11 138 Scarcely had I sold them the poems than they all hastened away, covetous, lucky, greedy fellows, lest I change my mind.
11 139 Now I shall never be able to find them again and appeal earnestly, fervently, to their better selves, and higher natures, to take back their filthy money.
11 140 What a fool I was! My poems, gone! Sold for a mere four silver tarsks! Waste! Dishonor! Misery! Ruin! Tragedy! What if this story should ever get back to the wagons? I am unworthy of my scars!" "Hurtha, old fellow," I said, gently.
11 141 "Yes," he said.
"No!" cried Hurtha. "There were four other poems sold! I shall never be able to recover those poems! They are gone, gone!" He put his head again in his hands, sobbing. "I shall never be able to find all those fellows again. Scarcely had I sold them the poems than they all hastened away, covetous, lucky, greedy fellows, lest I change my mind. Now I shall never be able to find them again and appeal earnestly, fervently, to their better selves, and higher natures, to take back their filthy money. What a fool I was! My poems, gone! Sold for a mere four silver tarsks! Waste! Dishonor! Misery! Ruin! Tragedy! What if this story should ever get back to the wagons? I am unworthy of my scars!" "Hurtha, old fellow," I said, gently. "Yes," he said. - (Mercenaries of Gor)