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I paddled over to look at the cloth. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #52)

I flicked a salt leech from the side of my light rush craft with the corner of the tem-wood paddle. On river barges, for hundreds of pasangs, I had made my way down the Vosk, but where the mighty Vosk began to break apart and spread into its hundreds of shallow, constantly shifting channels, becoming lost in the vast tidal marshes of its delta, moving toward gleaming Thassa, the Sea, I had abandoned the barges, purchasing from rence growers on the eastern periphery of the delta supplies and the small rush craft which I now propelled through the rushes and sedge, the wild rence plants. I noticed that one of these rence plants had, tied about it, below the tuft of stamens and narrow petals, a white cloth, rep-cloth. I paddled over to look at the cloth. I looked about myself, and was for some time quiet, not moving. Then I moved past the plant, parting the rence and passing through. I heard again the cry of the marsh gant, from somewhere behind me. - (Raiders of Gor)