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“The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. This hand consigned him to destruction, but another was stretched forth to save him. ’ He glanced about and saw his quarry holding court at one end of the vast mirrored chamber. He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. "Did you never see two gentlemen with only a couple of peepers between them before!" "Never, I'll be sworn!" said Smith, taking the opportunity of filling his glass while his comrade's back was turned; "we're a nat'ral cur'osity. ” “Yes, yes.
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