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threw back his head, flung his arms open, and stretched
himself with a slow twist of the waist and a leisurely growl-
ing yawn of white teeth, as natural and free from evil in
the moment of waking as a magnificent and unconscious
wild beast. Then, in the suddenly steadied glance fixed
upon nothing from under a thoughtful frown, appeared
the man.
0 Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard
