Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 13 | 3 | Behind me, on his straw, crouched the small, narrow-shouldered, spindle-legged representative of the urt people. |
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Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 834 | "Yes," he said. |
| 13 | 1 | Nim Nim I clutched the bars of the narrow cell window, looking out onto the courtyard. |
| 13 | 2 | I stood on a table which I had dragged to the side of the wall, in order to be able to look out. |
| 13 | 3 | Behind me, on his straw, crouched the small, narrow-shouldered, spindle-legged representative of the urt people. |
| 13 | 4 | "I had warned you," had moaned Boots, in his camp, "but you would not listen!" Five days ago I had been returning to the camp of Boots Tarsk-Bit, coming back from a nearby village where I had gone to fetch Sa-Tarna grain, from which the girls, back at the camp, using stones and flat rocks, sifters and pans, would produce flour. |
| 13 | 5 | This was somewhat cheaper than buying the flour directly, for then one must pay the cost of the peasant women's work or that of its millage. |
| 13 | 6 | I carried the sack across my shoulders. |
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"Yes," he said.
Nim Nim I clutched the bars of the narrow cell window, looking out onto the courtyard.
I stood on a table which I had dragged to the side of the wall, in order to be able to look out.
Behind me, on his straw, crouched the small, narrow-shouldered, spindle-legged representative of the urt people.
"I had warned you," had moaned Boots, in his camp, "but you would not listen!" Five days ago I had been returning to the camp of Boots Tarsk-Bit, coming back from a nearby village where I had gone to fetch Sa-Tarna grain, from which the girls, back at the camp, using stones and flat rocks, sifters and pans, would produce flour.
This was somewhat cheaper than buying the flour directly, for then one must pay the cost of the peasant women's work or that of its millage.
I carried the sack across my shoulders.
- (Players of Gor, Chapter 13)