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But down here he acts the little god with his gentility, and his patronage, and his sham aesthetics, and every one--even your mother--is taken in."
There's more cunning in one of those warts on his bald head than in a pack of jack foxes.
It was so emphatically a fallen sport--a something, once innocent, delivered over to all devilry--a healthy pastime changed into a means of angering the blood, bewildering the senses, and steeling the heart.
"And me, I've swallowed one," answered he of the bracken.
