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| 24 | 10 | The shop View more quotes about itself">itself was now hung with perhaps half a hundred lamps and the walls were bright with the caste colors of the men who drank there. |
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| 24 | 7 | It was wild and noisy. |
| 24 | 8 | It might have been a Paga Tavern of Ko-ro-ba or Ar, not a simple Kal-da shop of Tharna. |
| 24 | 9 | My ears were assailed by the din, the jovial uproar of men no longer afraid to laugh or shout. |
| 24 | 10 | The shop itself was now hung with perhaps half a hundred lamps and the walls were bright with the caste colors of the men who drank there. |
| 24 | 11 | Thick rugs had been thrown under the low tables and were stained in innumerable places with spilled Kal-da. |
| 24 | 12 | Behind the counter the thin, bald-headed proprietor, his forehead glistening, his slick black apron stained with spices, juices and wine, busily worked his long mixing paddle in a vast pot of bubbling Kal-da. |
| 24 | 13 | My nose wrinkled. |