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Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. “One doesn’t want to turn the whole thing into a mere sex antagonism. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. The stench is everywhere. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent.
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