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And now I suspected that it had been she who had looked gently on me, making allowances for me, accepting my faults patiently, tolerating my vanity. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 63, Sentence #38)

I had regarded myself the commanding presence at those small gatherings. Paula had been so shy, and quiet, seemingly dazzled by my vivacity and intelligence, seemingly admiring my verve, wit, and charm. "Poor Paula," I had thought. And now I suspected that it had been she who had looked gently on me, making allowances for me, accepting my faults patiently, tolerating my vanity. And she had sold for a golden tarsk, and it was speculated that I might bring in the neighborhood of a pair of silver tarsks, if all went well, on a good day! "We shall be fortunate," I said, "if they permit us to nibble some cheese from the palm of their hand, while we kneel head down before them, fortunate if they cast us a crust of bread!" "Of course," she laughed. "We are nothing. We are slaves". - (Plunder of Gor)