Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 24 | 10 | The shop itself was now hung with perhaps half a hundred lamps and the walls were bright with the caste colors of the men who drank there. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 24 | 7 | It was wild and noisy. |
| 24 | 8 | It might have been a Paga Tavern of Ko-ro-ba or Ar, not a simple Kal-da shop of Tharna. |
| 24 | 9 | My ears were assailed by the din, the jovial uproar of men no longer afraid to laugh or shout. |
| 24 | 10 | The shop itself was now hung with perhaps half a hundred lamps and the walls were bright with the caste colors of the men who drank there. |
| 24 | 11 | Thick rugs had been thrown under the low tables and were stained in innumerable places with spilled Kal-da. |
| 24 | 12 | Behind the counter the thin, bald-headed proprietor, his forehead glistening, his slick black apron stained with spices, juices and wine, busily worked his long mixing paddle in a vast pot of bubbling Kal-da. |
| 24 | 13 | My nose wrinkled. |
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It was wild and noisy.
It might have been a Paga Tavern of Ko-ro-ba or Ar, not a simple Kal-da shop of Tharna.
My ears were assailed by the din, the jovial uproar of men no longer afraid to laugh or shout.
The shop itself was now hung with perhaps half a hundred lamps and the walls were bright with the caste colors of the men who drank there.
Thick rugs had been thrown under the low tables and were stained in innumerable places with spilled Kal-da.
Behind the counter the thin, bald-headed proprietor, his forehead glistening, his slick black apron stained with spices, juices and wine, busily worked his long mixing paddle in a vast pot of bubbling Kal-da.
My nose wrinkled.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 24)