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She, the baggage, the chit, the tart, the wench, the use girl, might be slutting about anywhere, clutching at someone in a doorway, writhing on a discarded mat, squirming in an alley behind garbage containers, moaning in a dark corridor, who knows?" "I wager," said I, "that if we locate your slave we will also locate mine". - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #405)

To be sure, we were within ten yards of it, though of its front entrance, not its back entrance. "That is," said Appanius, "there is only one place where my slave might be. I do not know where your slave is. She, the baggage, the chit, the tart, the wench, the use girl, might be slutting about anywhere, clutching at someone in a doorway, writhing on a discarded mat, squirming in an alley behind garbage containers, moaning in a dark corridor, who knows?" "I wager," said I, "that if we locate your slave we will also locate mine". "I know where mine would be," said Appanius, defensively. "He has gone to a place where he may study his lines in privacy". "His lines?" I asked. - (Magicians of Gor)