"That is ten copper tarsks," had said the man last night, placing before me a bowl of sul porridge.
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I had not argued.
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I had paid him.
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"You cannot put me out!" a free woman had been crying to the proprietor of the inn, at his counter to the side.
I chewed on a crust of bread.
The inn, now, was deserted.
It had been evacuated early this morning.
"That is ten copper tarsks," had said the man last night, placing before me a bowl of sul porridge.
I had not argued.
I had paid him.
"You cannot put me out!" a free woman had been crying to the proprietor of the inn, at his counter to the side.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )