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And the satyr? Ah! I knew him at a glance, despite the elegant modern boots used to disguise the cloven foot.
He wore black broadcloth and snowy linen, too, and a broad-brimmed clerical hat. His face was seraphically pale, but I saw (or fancied I saw) the twinkle of the hairy ears of the ignoble, sensual, nymph-compelling, naiad-pursuing breed.