‘Of course it is,’ corroborated Hilary. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. Yet you catch her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. “Well, I don’t feel like standing it. Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and ears like those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a body too long for his legs.
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