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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

He would lock doors behind himself but they were forced open. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #128)
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26 128 He would View more quotes about lock">lock doors behind himself but they were forced open.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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26 125 Not hurrying Kamchak walked his kaiila up the stairs of the house and, on kaiilaback, entered the main hall of the House of Saphrar.
26 126 In the main hall he looked about and then, Harold and I following, and the man with the two sleen, and the slaves with gold, and his archers and other men, he began to walk his kaiila forward, across the broad marble tiles, following the terrified Saphrar of Turia.
26 127 Again and again we encountered guards within the house but each time, when Saphrar took refuge behind them, Kamchak would throw gold to them and they would dissipate and Saphrar, panting, puffing, still clutching the large, purple-wrapped object in his arms, would on his short legs hurry off again.
26 128 He would lock doors behind himself but they were forced open.
26 129 He would throw furniture down stairs towards us, but we would step around it.
26 130 Our pursuit carried us from room to room, through hall after hall, in the great house of Saphrar of Turia.
26 131 We passed through the banquet hall, where long before we had been entertained by the fleeing merchant.
Not hurrying Kamchak walked his kaiila up the stairs of the house and, on kaiilaback, entered the main hall of the House of Saphrar. In the main hall he looked about and then, Harold and I following, and the man with the two sleen, and the slaves with gold, and his archers and other men, he began to walk his kaiila forward, across the broad marble tiles, following the terrified Saphrar of Turia. Again and again we encountered guards within the house but each time, when Saphrar took refuge behind them, Kamchak would throw gold to them and they would dissipate and Saphrar, panting, puffing, still clutching the large, purple-wrapped object in his arms, would on his short legs hurry off again. He would lock doors behind himself but they were forced open. He would throw furniture down stairs towards us, but we would step around it. Our pursuit carried us from room to room, through hall after hall, in the great house of Saphrar of Turia. We passed through the banquet hall, where long before we had been entertained by the fleeing merchant. - (Nomads of Gor)