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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

We had scarcely made our turn when we, perhaps no more than twenty yards from the gate, from behind us, heard Lysander's men, perhaps rushed out into the street, crying out, "Hold! Hold up your beasts! Hold! Inspection, inspection, in the name of the Administrator!" Their futile, frustrated cursing then fell behind us. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #179)
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15 179 We had View more quotes about scarcely">scarcely made our turn when we, perhaps no more than twenty yards from the gate, from behind us, heard Lysander's men, perhaps rushed out into the street, crying out, "Hold! Hold up your beasts! Hold! Inspection, inspection, in the name of the Administrator!" Their futile, frustrated cursing then fell behind us.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 176 I heard metal-rimmed wheels rolling over stones.
15 177 I knew the sound.
15 178 The wagons of Raymond of Ti had had wheels rimmed with iron.
15 179 We had scarcely made our turn when we, perhaps no more than twenty yards from the gate, from behind us, heard Lysander's men, perhaps rushed out into the street, crying out, "Hold! Hold up your beasts! Hold! Inspection, inspection, in the name of the Administrator!" Their futile, frustrated cursing then fell behind us.
15 180 Tullius Quintus began, desperately, to urge his beasts on, with cries and blows.
15 181 The wagon rattled onward.
15 182 It took me only moments to realize that something was surely amiss, from the frenzy of Tullius Quintus.
I heard metal-rimmed wheels rolling over stones. I knew the sound. The wagons of Raymond of Ti had had wheels rimmed with iron. We had scarcely made our turn when we, perhaps no more than twenty yards from the gate, from behind us, heard Lysander's men, perhaps rushed out into the street, crying out, "Hold! Hold up your beasts! Hold! Inspection, inspection, in the name of the Administrator!" Their futile, frustrated cursing then fell behind us. Tullius Quintus began, desperately, to urge his beasts on, with cries and blows. The wagon rattled onward. It took me only moments to realize that something was surely amiss, from the frenzy of Tullius Quintus. - (Plunder of Gor)