. A slow anger burned in the man. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another.
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