Tarl Cabot was gone! On the table in that small furnished apartment was the manuscript I had read through the long night—with an envelope fastened under the twine.
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The envelope bore my name and address.
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Inside was the simple note: "For Harrison Smith, should he care to have it".
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Dismal, I left the apartment, carrying the manuscript which was subsequently published as Tarnsman of gor.
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That and memory were all that I retained of my friend, Tarl Cabot.
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My examinations came and were successfully completed.
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Later, following another examination, I was admitted to the bar in New York State, and I entered one of the immense law offices in the city, hoping to obtain eventually enough experience and capital to open a small practice of my own.
Tarl Cabot was gone! On the table in that small furnished apartment was the manuscript I had read through the long night—with an envelope fastened under the twine.
The envelope bore my name and address.
Inside was the simple note: "For Harrison Smith, should he care to have it".
Dismal, I left the apartment, carrying the manuscript which was subsequently published as Tarnsman of gor.
That and memory were all that I retained of my friend, Tarl Cabot.
My examinations came and were successfully completed.
Later, following another examination, I was admitted to the bar in New York State, and I entered one of the immense law offices in the city, hoping to obtain eventually enough experience and capital to open a small practice of my own.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )