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Would this not be displeasing to him? Would he not think then of ridding himself of her, of selling her? How worthless is such a love! She is only a slave! Let her struggle to conceal the secrets of her heart. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #684)

But she is there, kneeling to the side, waiting, ready, unable to take her eyes from him, swiftly summonable at a word or a snapping of fingers. She loves him; does he know she exists, truly? There are many beautiful women; they can be bought and sold. Who cares for her feelings? How worthless is the love of a slave! How insulting to the master that that she should so declare it to him! What is he to make of that? How is he to respond to such a thing? Would this not make him uneasy. Would this not be displeasing to him? Would he not think then of ridding himself of her, of selling her? How worthless is such a love! She is only a slave! Let her struggle to conceal the secrets of her heart. Let her not dare to speak to the master of her love, no matter how deep, how profound, how tormenting, or how helpless it is! She is only a slave. "Such things are not to be spoken of," he said. "Forgive me, Master," I said. - (Dancer of Gor)