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"Continue with your work," said Portus to Ellen, and she, dutifully, put down her head, and returned to her scrubbing, the stout bristles of the thick brush damp on the wet floor. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #65)

Scarcely had he finished this than there was a rude, insistent pounding at the interior door. Ellen looked to the huge tarn cage, that enormous cot, where Portus had concealed the mysterious bundle. Two of the tarns went to it, and put their beaks down to it, but they then withdrew, as it apparently contained nothing of interest to them. "Continue with your work," said Portus to Ellen, and she, dutifully, put down her head, and returned to her scrubbing, the stout bristles of the thick brush damp on the wet floor. "Ah, Masters, welcome!" said Portus, as he opened the interior door, through which burst several guardsmen, their helmets bearing the yellow crest, their weapons at the ready. "Who is tarnmaster here?" demanded the leader of the intruders, an officer, a lieutenant, or, perhaps better translated, a subcaptain. "I, noble Master," said Portus. - (Prize of Gor)