Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 549 | Then a wry glint of amusement sparkled in the tuchuk's eyes and the furrowed face wrinkled into a sheepish grin. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 26 | 546 | Kamchak's eyes, had they been jets of fire, would have frizzled the young, blond tuchuk in his saddle. |
| 26 | 547 | "Well, well," I said, a certain regrettable malicious elation perhaps unfortunately detectable in my voice. |
| 26 | 548 | Now Kamchak's eyes would have frizzled me as well. |
| 26 | 549 | Then a wry glint of amusement sparkled in the tuchuk's eyes and the furrowed face wrinkled into a sheepish grin. |
| 26 | 550 | "Yes," he said, "Tarl Cabot, I did not know until then that I was a fool". |
| 26 | 551 | "Nonetheless, Cabot," remarked Harold, "do you not think, all things considered, he is on the whole—albeit unwise in certain matters—an excellent Ubar?" "On the whole," I agreed, "albeit perhaps unwise in certain matters—an excellent Ubar". |
| 26 | 552 | Kamchak glared at Harold, and then at me, and then he looked down, scratching his ear; then he looked at us again, and all three of us suddenly burst together into laughter, and tears even streamed down Kamchak's face, running here and there amongst the scarred furrows on his cheeks. |
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Kamchak's eyes, had they been jets of fire, would have frizzled the young, blond tuchuk in his saddle.
"Well, well," I said, a certain regrettable malicious elation perhaps unfortunately detectable in my voice.
Now Kamchak's eyes would have frizzled me as well.
Then a wry glint of amusement sparkled in the tuchuk's eyes and the furrowed face wrinkled into a sheepish grin.
"Yes," he said, "Tarl Cabot, I did not know until then that I was a fool".
"Nonetheless, Cabot," remarked Harold, "do you not think, all things considered, he is on the whole—albeit unwise in certain matters—an excellent Ubar?" "On the whole," I agreed, "albeit perhaps unwise in certain matters—an excellent Ubar".
Kamchak glared at Harold, and then at me, and then he looked down, scratching his ear; then he looked at us again, and all three of us suddenly burst together into laughter, and tears even streamed down Kamchak's face, running here and there amongst the scarred furrows on his cheeks.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26)