Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 62 | View more quotes about scarcely">Scarcely had he finished this than there was a rude, insistent pounding at the interior door. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 59 | The birds drew back from the goad uneasily, angrily, and, against the far wall of that immense cot, that great cage, beneath straw, Portus concealed the mysterious bundle. |
| 19 | 60 | He then, crying out angrily, and twice defending himself with the goad, returned to the central area, latching the gate behind him. |
| 19 | 61 | The tarn goad he placed in a wall, behind a loose board. |
| 19 | 62 | Scarcely had he finished this than there was a rude, insistent pounding at the interior door. |
| 19 | 63 | Ellen looked to the huge tarn cage, that enormous cot, where Portus had concealed the mysterious bundle. |
| 19 | 64 | Two of the tarns went to it, and put their beaks down to it, but they then withdrew, as it apparently contained nothing of interest to them. |
| 19 | 65 | "Continue with your work," said Portus to Ellen, and she, dutifully, put down her head, and returned to her scrubbing, the stout bristles of the thick brush damp on the wet floor. |
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The birds drew back from the goad uneasily, angrily, and, against the far wall of that immense cot, that great cage, beneath straw, Portus concealed the mysterious bundle.
He then, crying out angrily, and twice defending himself with the goad, returned to the central area, latching the gate behind him.
The tarn goad he placed in a wall, behind a loose board.
Scarcely had he finished this than there was a rude, insistent pounding at the interior door.
Ellen looked to the huge tarn cage, that enormous cot, where Portus had concealed the mysterious bundle.
Two of the tarns went to it, and put their beaks down to it, but they then withdrew, as it apparently contained nothing of interest to them.
"Continue with your work," said Portus to Ellen, and she, dutifully, put down her head, and returned to her scrubbing, the stout bristles of the thick brush damp on the wet floor.
- (Prize of Gor)