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And now, the mingled ray she shoots, I decompose. Her antecedents, take for execrable! Gloze No whit on your premiss: let be, there was no worst Of degradation spared Fifine: ordained from first To last, in body and soul, for one life-long debauch, The Pariah of the North, the European Nautch! This, far from seek to hide, she puts in evidence Calmly, displays the brand, bids pry without offence Your finger on the place. You comment, "Fancy us So operated on, maltreated, mangled thus! Such torture in our case, had we survived an hour? Some other sort of flesh and blood must be, with power Appropriate to the vile, unsensitive, tough-thonged, In lieu of our fine nerve! Be sure, she was not wronged Too much: you must not think she winced at prick as we!" Come, come, that 's what you say, or would, were thoughts but free.