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Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Still, his robust frame enabled him to hold out. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. The twenty pounds burned with avidity. The four men fell upon him, holding his arms and legs, while Caliban forced back his head. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin.
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