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Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Are you not in my spot?" inquired the newcomer heartily, of a poor fellow sitting rather near the center of the enclosure, usually regarded as a preferred position for prompt service, for observing the dancing of slaves, and such. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #458)
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1 458 "Are you not in my spot?" View more quotes about inquired">inquired the newcomer heartily, of a poor fellow sitting rather near the center of the enclosure, usually regarded as a preferred position for prompt service, for observing the dancing of slaves, and such.

Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 455 Philebus, as I took him to be, the taverner, and Temione's master, was calling out orders to a couple of fellows, his lieutenants, or assistants, I gathered, having to do with food and drink.
1 456 One of them closed the gate of the enclosure.
1 457 Some other fellows were climbing over the railing.
1 458 "Are you not in my spot?" inquired the newcomer heartily, of a poor fellow sitting rather near the center of the enclosure, usually regarded as a preferred position for prompt service, for observing the dancing of slaves, and such.
1 459 Swiftly, on all fours, the fellow beat a hasty retreat.
1 460 There was again much laughter.
1 461 The fellow called Borton hurled his helmet down in the place, marking it for himself.
Philebus, as I took him to be, the taverner, and Temione's master, was calling out orders to a couple of fellows, his lieutenants, or assistants, I gathered, having to do with food and drink. One of them closed the gate of the enclosure. Some other fellows were climbing over the railing. "Are you not in my spot?" inquired the newcomer heartily, of a poor fellow sitting rather near the center of the enclosure, usually regarded as a preferred position for prompt service, for observing the dancing of slaves, and such. Swiftly, on all fours, the fellow beat a hasty retreat. There was again much laughter. The fellow called Borton hurled his helmet down in the place, marking it for himself. - (Vagabonds of Gor)