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"Well," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´, "you may go and breed more bears." "He is not strong, you see: a little thing knocks him up, and he is too impressionable for a public career. But you are different." The stranger is advancing slowly: he is swarthy, and certainly not prepossessing. His hair is of that shade and texture that suggests unpleasantly the negro. His lips are a trifle thick, his eyes like sloes. There is, too, an expression of low cunning in these latter features that breeds disgust in the beholder..
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