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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
8 1326 "View more quotes about forgive">Forgive me, Master!" I said.
8 1327 The coins being counted into the palms of the auctioneer were neither of gold nor silver.
8 1328 They were copper.
8 1329 "Forty-two," said a fellow, thick-bodied, short-bearded, in a brown robe, girded up to his knees.
8 1330 His arms were bare.
8 1331 His left arm was scarred.
8 1332 "Forty-two copper tarsks," confirmed the auctioneer.
"Forgive me, Master!" I said. The coins being counted into the palms of the auctioneer were neither of gold nor silver. They were copper. "Forty-two," said a fellow, thick-bodied, short-bearded, in a brown robe, girded up to his knees. His arms were bare. His left arm was scarred. "Forty-two copper tarsks," confirmed the auctioneer. - (Conspirators of Gor)