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As soon as the wooden door was shut, the bar dropped in place, I turned to regard Miss Blake-Allen. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #255)

When I had arrived in Tor I had, immediately, rented one of the small, hovel-like compartments in the plastered, mud-brick buildings near the street of caravan tables. Almost always, except in the greatest heat of the summer, between the fourth and sixth passage hands, when few caravans ply the wastes of the Tahari, there are many of these available. It was reached by climbing a narrow flight of wooden stairs between closely pressing walls, and opened off a narrow corridor, lit by a hanging tharlarion-oil lamp; off this corridor, too, were the doors of several similar rooms. As soon as the wooden door was shut, the bar dropped in place, I turned to regard Miss Blake-Allen. She was standing, concealed in the haik, regarding me. I strode to her and threw her to the rough boards at my feet, tearing the haik from her. She looked up at me, terrified. - (Tribesmen of Gor)