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There was a great shouting, and, passing through the market gate, I had turned into the nest of market streets. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #218)

Sometimes free girls, two or more of them, as a girlish lark, obtain slave bells and, chaining their ankles, dress themselves in their haiks and go about the city. Sometimes their girlish amusement does not turn out as they expect. Sometimes they find themselves being sold in markets at obscure oases. There was a great shouting, and, passing through the market gate, I had turned into the nest of market streets. I brushed away two sellers of apricots and spices. "Come with me to the cafe of Red Cages," said a boy, pulling at my sleeve. They receive a copper tarsk for each patron they bring through the arched portal of the cafe. - (Tribesmen of Gor)