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Too, in the tiny movements of my body, even in breathing, the bells would sometimes make a tiny sound. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #329)

I could not help myself. Tears ran down my cheeks. Surely my breathing, if nothing else, would betray me. Too, in the tiny movements of my body, even in breathing, the bells would sometimes make a tiny sound. I looked up. There, at the opening to my side aisle, in the main aisle, tall in the darkness, looking down at me, loomed a man, one of the three whom I had seen, he, I think, who had followed me about so quietly and tenaciously, originally to the lower level, up again by the other stairs, down the hall-like way, across the open space, toward the porch area, back again across the open space, and now up the stairs. I leaped up and fled away from him, utilizing the narrow space at the edge of the porchlike upper level, between the safety banister and the shelves, to the second stairs, on the east side of the upper level, leading down to the main floor. - (Dancer of Gor)