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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Sleen! Sleen! Sleen!" I followed Kamchak down the steps of the wagon and, blinking and still sensible of the effects of the paga, gravely held open the large dung sack near the rear left wheel of the wagon. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #404)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
11 404 "Sleen! Sleen! Sleen!" I followed Kamchak down the steps of the wagon and, blinking and still sensible of the effects of the paga, gravely held open the large dung sack near the rear left wheel of the wagon.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
11 401 "Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "what I then said to you—what I said at that time?" "No!" cried the girl leaping up, but Kamchak had jumped toward her, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.
11 402 She squirmed and struggled on his shoulder, kicking and pounding on his back.
11 403 "Sleen!" she cried.
11 404 "Sleen! Sleen! Sleen!" I followed Kamchak down the steps of the wagon and, blinking and still sensible of the effects of the paga, gravely held open the large dung sack near the rear left wheel of the wagon.
11 405 "No, Master!" the girl wept.
11 406 "You call no man Master," Kamchak was reminding her.
11 407 And then I saw the lovely Aphris of Turia pitched head first into the large, leather sack, screaming and sputtering, thrashing about.
"Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "what I then said to you—what I said at that time?" "No!" cried the girl leaping up, but Kamchak had jumped toward her, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She squirmed and struggled on his shoulder, kicking and pounding on his back. "Sleen!" she cried. "Sleen! Sleen! Sleen!" I followed Kamchak down the steps of the wagon and, blinking and still sensible of the effects of the paga, gravely held open the large dung sack near the rear left wheel of the wagon. "No, Master!" the girl wept. "You call no man Master," Kamchak was reminding her. And then I saw the lovely Aphris of Turia pitched head first into the large, leather sack, screaming and sputtering, thrashing about. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 11)