"Drink your wine," I said, pushing the bowl in her hands toward her.
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She took a sip, absently.
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"It is not really bad wine," she said.
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"It is superb," I said.
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"A wall of heavy planks would be best, I think," she mused.
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"You could always wear Robes of Concealment," I ventured, "and carry about your person an unsheathed quiva".
"A wall of some sort," she was saying.
"Drink your wine," I said, pushing the bowl in her hands toward her.
She took a sip, absently.
"It is not really bad wine," she said.
"It is superb," I said.
"A wall of heavy planks would be best, I think," she mused.
"You could always wear Robes of Concealment," I ventured, "and carry about your person an unsheathed quiva".
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )