Do you snarl, you black Gill?
The midwife, an old, thin, inscrutable Madrassi, came to the hall and sat on her haunches in a corner, smoking, silent, her eyes bright.
Of Transvestites and Other Epicenes [article title]
See if Mrs Clarke would like a neenish tart.
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