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"No, no!" He turned about, dragging her by the right wrist, his left hand on the chain about a foot from her wrist, and, almost running, pulled her, stumbling, crying out, after him. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #483)

She looked at him with horror. "Hurry, Bondmaid!" he cried. "We have only until morning!" "No!" she cried. "No, no!" He turned about, dragging her by the right wrist, his left hand on the chain about a foot from her wrist, and, almost running, pulled her, stumbling, crying out, after him. The Forkbeard, and I, and his men, laughed. We had not been much pleased at the insolence of the bondmaid with respect to the young thrall; once, we recalled, her taunting of him had almost cost him his life; I had intervened, and he had only been whipped instead; I had little doubt that Wulfstan of Kassau, the thrall, Tarsk, had many scores to settle with the pretty little she-sleen, once a fine young lady of Kassau; too, I recalled, she had once refused his suit, he supposedly not being good enough for her. I wished him much pleasure with her. - (Marauders of Gor)