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"I wanted you sent to Klima! I wanted you sent there! Vengeance was sweet! Only you escaped! Of course I mocked you from the window of the kasbah of Ibn Saran! There would be no women at Klima! Of course in insolence I hurled you a bit of perfumed silk, to torment you in the march and, later, at Klima. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #372)

The sand had now slipped half through the glass. She looked about, from face to face, finding in them no sign of emotion, and then again she faced me. "Of course I smiled at Nine Wells," she cried. "I wanted you sent to Klima! I wanted you sent there! Vengeance was sweet! Only you escaped! Of course I mocked you from the window of the kasbah of Ibn Saran! There would be no women at Klima! Of course in insolence I hurled you a bit of perfumed silk, to torment you in the march and, later, at Klima. Of course I lightly blew you a kiss of farewell, delighted in my triumph over you! Of course! Of course! Yes, yes, I mocked you when you were helpless! It gave me much pleasure to do so!" There was only a quarter of the sand remaining. She looked at it, miserably. She turned to me again. - (Tribesmen of Gor)