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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

"The finest beads drawn from the finest of the slavers' necklaces, each worthy of the central block of the Curulean, each fit for the Pleasure Garden of a Ubar," said the auctioneer. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #846)
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8 846 "The finest View more quotes about beads">beads drawn from the finest of the slavers' necklaces, each worthy of the central block of the Curulean, each fit for the Pleasure Garden of a Ubar," said the auctioneer.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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8 843 "Noble Masters, noble Masters, noble Masters," he called, "approach, approach, gather about!" Some twenty, or so, fellows were already clustered about the platform.
8 844 Some others, from across the street, now approached.
8 845 "We have here for your consideration, and delectation, this lovely afternoon, seven beauties!" There was laughter.
8 846 "The finest beads drawn from the finest of the slavers' necklaces, each worthy of the central block of the Curulean, each fit for the Pleasure Garden of a Ubar," said the auctioneer.
8 847 There was more laughter.
8 848 "Pot girls!" jibed a fellow.
8 849 "Have you not, several of you, examined these beauties earlier in the morning, and pondered your bids?" "Yes," said a fellow, "a copper tarsk for the lot!" "You may ask," said the auctioneer, "how is it that such goods, goods of such quality, could be offered here?" "No other market would have them!" called a fellow.
"Noble Masters, noble Masters, noble Masters," he called, "approach, approach, gather about!" Some twenty, or so, fellows were already clustered about the platform. Some others, from across the street, now approached. "We have here for your consideration, and delectation, this lovely afternoon, seven beauties!" There was laughter. "The finest beads drawn from the finest of the slavers' necklaces, each worthy of the central block of the Curulean, each fit for the Pleasure Garden of a Ubar," said the auctioneer. There was more laughter. "Pot girls!" jibed a fellow. "Have you not, several of you, examined these beauties earlier in the morning, and pondered your bids?" "Yes," said a fellow, "a copper tarsk for the lot!" "You may ask," said the auctioneer, "how is it that such goods, goods of such quality, could be offered here?" "No other market would have them!" called a fellow. - (Conspirators of Gor)