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| | The Master of the Crabs by Clark Ashton Smith (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-23) |
 | | His lubber lips were curved in a broad sardonic grin, showing his strong white teeth that were pointed like those of a shark. |
 | | He dropped the huge hand that wore the signet of Basatan, plunging it into the chest behind him and bringing it forth filled with many-tinted gems, with pearls, opals, sapphires, bloodstones, diamonds, chatoyants. |
 | | At last the prostrate thing that was Sarcand had ceased to heave and toss under the living shroud that enswathed it. |
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