Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 47 | 197 | If it is often difficult even in a Ubar's court, perhaps because of the shadings and distortions of reports from subsidiary cities and towns, to ascertain exactly what happened, one may well imagine the problems encountered by the populace in general, in the markets, the baths and taverns. |
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Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 47 | 194 | Too, it can depend on things as simple as the luck of a messenger, and who speaks to whom. |
| 47 | 195 | There were doubtless many cities on Gor which did not even know, as yet, of the fall of Ar's Station. |
| 47 | 196 | Too, as one might expect, in such a milieu, rumors tend to be rampant. |
| 47 | 197 | If it is often difficult even in a Ubar's court, perhaps because of the shadings and distortions of reports from subsidiary cities and towns, to ascertain exactly what happened, one may well imagine the problems encountered by the populace in general, in the markets, the baths and taverns. |
| 47 | 198 | "Even if Saphronicus were dead, which he is not," said Octantius, angrily, "it does not matter". |
| 47 | 199 | The men looked at one another. |
| 47 | 200 | "The gold," said Octantius, angrily, lifting a pouch, on its string, from within his tunic, "is here!" "Aii!" cried more than one man, pleased. |
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Too, it can depend on things as simple as the luck of a messenger, and who speaks to whom.
There were doubtless many cities on Gor which did not even know, as yet, of the fall of Ar's Station.
Too, as one might expect, in such a milieu, rumors tend to be rampant.
If it is often difficult even in a Ubar's court, perhaps because of the shadings and distortions of reports from subsidiary cities and towns, to ascertain exactly what happened, one may well imagine the problems encountered by the populace in general, in the markets, the baths and taverns.
"Even if Saphronicus were dead, which he is not," said Octantius, angrily, "it does not matter".
The men looked at one another.
"The gold," said Octantius, angrily, lifting a pouch, on its string, from within his tunic, "is here!" "Aii!" cried more than one man, pleased.
- (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 47)