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But a large paw rested gently on the arm that held the knife, and the knife suddenly turned red, and then gray. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #369)

Scarcely could Cabot see through the whirlpool and chaos of light which seemed to blaze before him. He did see the arm with the knife approach. It will be the heart, he thought, sought within the cavern of exploded ribs, severed from its vessels, and extracted with a paw, to be crammed into a fanged mouth. But a large paw rested gently on the arm that held the knife, and the knife suddenly turned red, and then gray. Cabot struggled, weakly, unable to escape the grip of his captor. He shook his head, trying to restore his vision, trying to resist the saberlike afterimages which seemed to slide and glow, and emerge again and again, on the walls and surfaces of the world before him. He became aware that a Kur had taken the brunette by the hair and pulled her to her feet, and that she then, bent over, her hair grasped tightly, cruelly, in a paw, was being conducted rapidly, she running beside him, sobbing, from the hallway. - (Kur of Gor)