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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

"No! Wait! Here is something!" And, reaching down to his feet behind the counter, picked up the small animal mass that was Hup the Fool, which shrieked with fear, and hurled it into the arms of the man with missing teeth, who laughed. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #97)
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2 97 "No! Wait! Here is View more quotes about something">something!" And, reaching down to his feet behind the counter, picked up the small animal mass that was Hup the Fool, which shrieked with fear, and hurled it into the arms of the man with missing teeth, who laughed.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

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2 94 "It looks like we must search elsewhere," said the leader of the four men, attempting to sound disappointed.
2 95 "It appears so," said the proprietor.
2 96 Then, after a cruel pause, the proprietor suddenly cried out.
2 97 "No! Wait! Here is something!" And, reaching down to his feet behind the counter, picked up the small animal mass that was Hup the Fool, which shrieked with fear, and hurled it into the arms of the man with missing teeth, who laughed.
2 98 "Why," cried the man with missing teeth, "it is he! It is Hup the Fool!" "Mercy, Masters!" cried Hup, squealing, struggling in the grasp of his captor.
2 99 The other three men, hired swords, perhaps once of the Caste of Warriors, laughed at the frantic efforts of the tiny, sniveling wad of flesh to free itself.
2 100 Many in the crowd laughed at the small fool's discomfort.
"It looks like we must search elsewhere," said the leader of the four men, attempting to sound disappointed. "It appears so," said the proprietor. Then, after a cruel pause, the proprietor suddenly cried out. "No! Wait! Here is something!" And, reaching down to his feet behind the counter, picked up the small animal mass that was Hup the Fool, which shrieked with fear, and hurled it into the arms of the man with missing teeth, who laughed. "Why," cried the man with missing teeth, "it is he! It is Hup the Fool!" "Mercy, Masters!" cried Hup, squealing, struggling in the grasp of his captor. The other three men, hired swords, perhaps once of the Caste of Warriors, laughed at the frantic efforts of the tiny, sniveling wad of flesh to free itself. Many in the crowd laughed at the small fool's discomfort. - (Assassin of Gor)