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Kamchak turned to the small, fat merchant and his scarred, furrowed face broke into a grin, bearing down on the round, pinkish face of the merchant. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #211)

Her own veil, of course, had not been lowered. Over the veil I could now see two dark, deep, almond-shaped eyes; her skin, what I could see of it, was lovely and clear; her complexion was not so light as that of Miss Cardwell, but was lighter than that of the girl Hereena, of the First Wagon. "The golden sphere for Aphris of Turia," Saphrar whispered to Kamchak. Kamchak turned to the small, fat merchant and his scarred, furrowed face broke into a grin, bearing down on the round, pinkish face of the merchant. "The Tuchuks," he said, "are fond of the golden sphere". "Very well," snapped Saphrar, "then you will not obtain the woman—I shall see to that—and somehow I shall have the sphere—understand that!" Kamchak now turned to watch Aphris of Turia. The girl now approached us, behind the tables, and Saphrar leaped to his feet and bowed low to her. - (Nomads of Gor)