"No!" "What do you suggest?" asked the merchant of me.
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"Give him to me," I said.
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"No, please, Master!" whined the thief to the merchant.
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"He is yours," said the merchant.
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I yanked the fellow by the neck leash of twisted cloth to his feet.
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I thrust the silver tarsk into his mouth, so that he could not speak.
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"Seek a physician," I told him.
"No!" "What do you suggest?" asked the merchant of me.
"Give him to me," I said.
"No, please, Master!" whined the thief to the merchant.
"He is yours," said the merchant.
I yanked the fellow by the neck leash of twisted cloth to his feet.
I thrust the silver tarsk into his mouth, so that he could not speak.
"Seek a physician," I told him.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )