I cried out in exasperation, kissed her, turned her about by the shoulders and with a slap, hardly befitting a free woman, started her on the way to Turia.
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The dust was now nearing.
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I leaped into the saddle and waved to the girl, who had run a few yards and then turned.
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She waved to me.
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She was crying.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I have no veil!" she cried.
I cried out in exasperation, kissed her, turned her about by the shoulders and with a slap, hardly befitting a free woman, started her on the way to Turia.
The dust was now nearing.
I leaped into the saddle and waved to the girl, who had run a few yards and then turned.
She waved to me.
She was crying.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )