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As she passed by, I called out, "Dear sister, pray attend me!" She looked about, startled, intently, expectantly, scanning the wharf. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #314)

It would be easy to sway her, I was sure, with my tale of woe. I could not see her features, for the public veiling, the long street veil wrapped about her head and features, and extending to the golden cord low upon her waist, from which dangled an ample, embroidered purse, but I trusted they would be understanding, and kindly. I scarcely noticed that, in her right hand, she carried a switch. As she passed by, I called out, "Dear sister, pray attend me!" She looked about, startled, intently, expectantly, scanning the wharf. Clearly she did not recognize the source of that unhappy solicitation. It had apparently not occurred to her that such a cry might have had its origin from within one of the tiny, barred enclosures strewn to her right, as she was passing. Surely that surprising cry could not be traced to so unlikely a venue. - (Plunder of Gor)