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I sensed that this large figure, terrifying even now, must, before the loss of its limb, have been an unusually quick, intelligent, active, dangerous man, and surely the remnants of such features yet lingered in the frame before me. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #93)

Too, this looming figure, so fierce in aspect, had but one leg. What I had heard striking on the floor was the base of a heavy, rounded crutch, whose height was fitted into a stout, rounded crosspiece. That aid to balance, that support, in itself, might have constituted a formidable weapon. I sensed that this large figure, terrifying even now, must, before the loss of its limb, have been an unusually quick, intelligent, active, dangerous man, and surely the remnants of such features yet lingered in the frame before me. "That is not she!" he cried. "The hair is brown, not black, not like the sheen of sable tarn; the complexion is wrong; the eyes are wrong! That is not she!" "It was she who was covered in the marked sheet," said a man. "Impossible," said the one-legged man. - (Quarry of Gor)