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His green eyes were a cat to his toes, not clawed, but smooth and sure. He knew how to move in a way that upset no one, when no money had been paid for his pleasure. He was loose in the hips; a profess- ional; but his shoulders and neck were firm from his stomach being master; He went about his small abode of collected toys; paintings by young women; feathers; dried flowers; brass canisters, tarnish- ed silver plates; his palace a medival minitures; he strolled about it with the alertness of a fox who has invaded your half eye sleeping in a dream to far gone not accept a presence completely alive outside of your control: Animal and Jaugeline laid back; the smoke curling from the quilts to the ceiling through the fishing net, and spider webs neatly let firm for flies, but of course removed when gone to dangling from aband- onment; Jiven took his hands away from the gutar and sang of Hawaii in the same Black, sincere-black on white style; Joe's fingers twisted out upon the smoke, and weaved with the dim lantern glow. His mouth was spaced and excited, when Jauqeline rose to put the pipe again to