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was limp—lifeless.
The light of the bit of candle fell upon a round, hook-
nosed face with black moustaches and little side-whiskers.
He was extremely dirty. A greasy growth of beard was
sprouting on the shaven parts of the cheeks. The thick lips
were slightly parted, but the eyes remained closed. Decoud,
to his immense astonishment, recognized Senor Hirsch, the
hide merchant from Esmeralda. Nostromo, too, had recog-
nized him. And they gazed at each other across the body,
lying with its naked feet higher than its head, in an absurd
pretence of sleep, faintness, or death.

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