Several folks were looking at me in a strange way.
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I quickened my pace, staring ahead.
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"'It is noon!'" called out Hurtha.
Indeed, it was he who inspired me to compose it".
"I see," said the fellow, looking at me narrowly.
He then moved a bit further away.
"'Up, up, I say, inert tarsks, vile, loathsome, somnolent slimy urts!'" cried Hurtha.
Several folks were looking at me in a strange way.
I quickened my pace, staring ahead.
"'It is noon!'" called out Hurtha.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 16)