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Spencer stood there cowering fearfully, as if waiting for a blow. He seemed to have shrunk smaller, he looked greyer and prematurely aged. His attitude was that of the patient, despairing wife who knows what it is to feel the weight of her master's hand, and suffers uncomplainingly. The other man laughed with bitter contempt.
-"Well, what do you think of yourself, my brother?" he asked.