He bit against the metal, the muscles on his jaw bulging in the lamplight.
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A trace of avaricious pleasure appeared in his eyes.
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I knew he would not care to return it.
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"What caste is it?" I demanded.
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The proprietor smiled.
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"Money has no caste," he said.
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"Bring me food and drink," I said.
He bit against the metal, the muscles on his jaw bulging in the lamplight.
A trace of avaricious pleasure appeared in his eyes.
I knew he would not care to return it.
"What caste is it?" I demanded.
The proprietor smiled.
"Money has no caste," he said.
"Bring me food and drink," I said.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )