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It was perhaps his intention to remind me, from time to time, particularly if I should grow too hopeful, that I had not been forgotten. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #131)

I pulled the blanket up, tightly, around my chin. I was being stalked. I was sure of it! Then I realized, with misgivings, a sinking feeling, that it was unlikely I would have heard the tiny sound, seen the movement, been aware of a presence beyond the bars, so subtle a presence, in the darkness, unless it had been intended that I, if only subliminally, take note of it. It was perhaps his intention to remind me, from time to time, particularly if I should grow too hopeful, that I had not been forgotten. But perhaps it was all my imagination! Perhaps he had changed his mind. Perhaps he had taken his way, by now, to Brundisium! Then I was again frightened. Could an arrow, or the quarrel of a crossbow, not be sped between the bars, into my heart, even here in the pen? I lay back, frightened, holding the blanket about me. - (Dancer of Gor)