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Making his advances / He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, / No, not even sniff at her, his nose is blank.
Only he senses the vulnerable folds of skin / That work beneath her while she sprawls along / In her ungainly pace, / Her folds of skin that work and row / Beneath the earth-soiled hovel in which she moves.