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| 14 | 212 | View more quotes about inside">Inside, the tent was floored with heavy, soft rugs, from Tor and Ar, perhaps the booty of caravan raids. |
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| 14 | 209 | Too, I had heard, they were fond of combing the hair of their slave girls. |
| 14 | 210 | Cities and men, I thought, are so strange, so different. |
| 14 | 211 | I suspected there were few men as fierce and terrible as those of Treve, dreaded throughout Gor, and yet they enjoyed their wine warmed and were fond of so simple a thing as smoothing the hair of a girl. |
| 14 | 212 | Inside, the tent was floored with heavy, soft rugs, from Tor and Ar, perhaps the booty of caravan raids. |
| 14 | 213 | And, within, from extensions of certain of the tent poles, there hung, on hooks, burning tharlarion-oil lamps of brass. |
| 14 | 214 | It was a bit chilly tonight. |
| 14 | 215 | And it was growing dark now. |