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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

Some boxes and baskets of hard fruit were stored there. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #326)
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18 326 Some boxes and baskets of hard View more quotes about fruit">fruit were stored there.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

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18 323 There were several yards of sausages hung on hooks; numerous canisters of flour, sugars and salts; many smaller containers of spices and condiments.
18 324 Two large wine jugs stood in one corner of the room.
18 325 There were many closed pantries lining the walls, and a number of pumps and tubs on one side.
18 326 Some boxes and baskets of hard fruit were stored there.
18 327 I could see the bread ovens in one wall; the long fire pit over which could be put cooking racks, the mountings for spits and kettle hooks; the fire pit was mostly black now, but, here and there, I could see a few broken sticks of glowing charcoal; aside from this, the light in the room came from one small tharlarion-oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, near the side where the kitchen slaves were chained, presumably to facilitate the guard check which, during the night, took place each second Ahn; the other lamps in the room were now extinguished.
18 328 I took another bottle of paga from the basket and tossed it to the girl without a nose, who had directed me to the paga.
18 329 "Thank you, Master," said she, smiling, going back to her ring.
There were several yards of sausages hung on hooks; numerous canisters of flour, sugars and salts; many smaller containers of spices and condiments. Two large wine jugs stood in one corner of the room. There were many closed pantries lining the walls, and a number of pumps and tubs on one side. Some boxes and baskets of hard fruit were stored there. I could see the bread ovens in one wall; the long fire pit over which could be put cooking racks, the mountings for spits and kettle hooks; the fire pit was mostly black now, but, here and there, I could see a few broken sticks of glowing charcoal; aside from this, the light in the room came from one small tharlarion-oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, near the side where the kitchen slaves were chained, presumably to facilitate the guard check which, during the night, took place each second Ahn; the other lamps in the room were now extinguished. I took another bottle of paga from the basket and tossed it to the girl without a nose, who had directed me to the paga. "Thank you, Master," said she, smiling, going back to her ring. - (Assassin of Gor)