Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 13 | "View more quotes about perhaps">Perhaps," puffed Harold, "you would like to go back and get another wench—one for yourself?" "No," I said. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 10 | I went part way up the tree and was handed the girl, and then Harold would go up above me and I would hoist her up a way to him, and then I would pass him, and so on. |
| 20 | 11 | Occasionally, to my irritation, we became entangled in the trailing, looped stems of the tree, each with its richness of clustered flowers, whose beauty I was no longer in a mood to appreciate. |
| 20 | 12 | At last we got Hereena to the top of the tree. |
| 20 | 13 | "Perhaps," puffed Harold, "you would like to go back and get another wench—one for yourself?" "No," I said. |
| 20 | 14 | "Very well," he said. |
| 20 | 15 | Although the wall was several feet from the top of the tree I managed, by springing on one of the curved branches, to build up enough spring pressure to leap to where I could get my fingers over the edge of the wall. |
| 20 | 16 | I slipped with one hand and hung there, feet scraping the wall, some fifty feet from the ground, for a nasty moment, but then managed to get both hands on the edge of the wall and hoist myself up. |
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I went part way up the tree and was handed the girl, and then Harold would go up above me and I would hoist her up a way to him, and then I would pass him, and so on.
Occasionally, to my irritation, we became entangled in the trailing, looped stems of the tree, each with its richness of clustered flowers, whose beauty I was no longer in a mood to appreciate.
At last we got Hereena to the top of the tree.
"Perhaps," puffed Harold, "you would like to go back and get another wench—one for yourself?" "No," I said.
"Very well," he said.
Although the wall was several feet from the top of the tree I managed, by springing on one of the curved branches, to build up enough spring pressure to leap to where I could get my fingers over the edge of the wall.
I slipped with one hand and hung there, feet scraping the wall, some fifty feet from the ground, for a nasty moment, but then managed to get both hands on the edge of the wall and hoist myself up.
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