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Perhaps forty men rushed into the room. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #200)

"At him!" cried Lysias, helmeted, the helmet bearing the crest of sleen hair, marking it as that of a captain. Lysias himself, however, did not engage me. Several men rushed forward, some of them with torches. Perhaps forty men rushed into the room. I met them, moving swiftly, constantly shifting my position, drawing them after me, then pressing one or another of them back. I kept, as well as I could, near the girls, that the backs of the men would be, in turn, kept toward the entryway. I could see, as they did not, a shadow moving swiftly behind them, it, too, rapidly shifting its position, moving about amidst the frantic shadows of men, torches and confusions, but always staying in the background, like an absence of substance but one which carried a blade of steel. - (Raiders of Gor)