He turned to the grizzled man, and looked no more at me.
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"brand the girl," he said.
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The grizzled man knelt to pull one of the irons from the brazier.
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My sword pushed a quarter of an inch into the belly of the merchant.
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"Don't brand the girl," said Targo.
His fat small body contracted like a pudgy fist.
He was angry.
He turned to the grizzled man, and looked no more at me.
"brand the girl," he said.
The grizzled man knelt to pull one of the irons from the brazier.
My sword pushed a quarter of an inch into the belly of the merchant.
"Don't brand the girl," said Targo.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )