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

He would throw furniture down stairs towards us, but we would step around it. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #129)
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26 129 He would View more quotes about throw">throw furniture down stairs towards us, but we would step around it.

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

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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.
26 132 We passed through kitchens and galleries, even through the private compartments of Saphrar himself, where we saw the multitudinous robes and sandals of the merchant, each worked predominantly in white and gold, though often mixed with hundreds of other colors.
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. We passed through kitchens and galleries, even through the private compartments of Saphrar himself, where we saw the multitudinous robes and sandals of the merchant, each worked predominantly in white and gold, though often mixed with hundreds of other colors. - (Nomads of Gor)