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"What girls here," asked one of the men, who seemed imposing, in helmet and cloak, with four fellows, of the man with the lamp, a short, fat fellow in the merchants' white and gold, "are from the Clouds of Telnus?" "None, of course, Noble Sir," said the merchant. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #22)

Some forty or fifty girls were chained on my side of the room, and another forty or fifty on the other side of the room. The room was dingy, and smelled of musty straw. The light of the tiny lamp the man carried seemed bright in the room. "What girls here," asked one of the men, who seemed imposing, in helmet and cloak, with four fellows, of the man with the lamp, a short, fat fellow in the merchants' white and gold, "are from the Clouds of Telnus?" "None, of course, Noble Sir," said the merchant. "It is well known," said the tall man, the leader of the others, "that you deal in black-market slaves". "Not I!" cried the shorter man, the merchant. The taller man, in the helmet, looked down upon him, menacingly. - (Slave Girl of Gor)