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I heard the beast strike against the wood, and then, feeling for the opening, pull the gate from its hinges. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #234)

I was very quiet in unlatching the gate, but there was a tiny sound, and the ears moved alertly, slightly, forward, toward that tiny sound. I rose to my feet, and, not taking my eyes off the large, crouching, dark shape across the stall, opened the gate, and backed through. I was then a few feet outside the stall. I heard the beast strike against the wood, and then, feeling for the opening, pull the gate from its hinges. A sweeping paw convinced it that the opening was not to its liking. Wood was torn aside, and the thing was outside the stall. There had been noise when it had torn away the frontage of the stall, a brief, clear shattering of the market's silence, which I trusted no one heard, and now, too, though less, when it tore away the gate and forcibly enlarged the threshold, that its bulk, paws extended before it, might exit frontally. - (Conspirators of Gor)