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...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...the new-born pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole handfulls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly...

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...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...sire entered amid the smoking rafters, armed with retributory cudgel, and finding how affairs stood, began to rain blows upon the young rogue's shoulders,...

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...he felt the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding, that it was the pig that smelt so and tasted so delicious; and surrendering himself to the new-born pleasnre, he fell to tearing up whole...

...his life (in the world's life indeed, for before him no man had known it) he tasted — crackling ! surrendering himself up to the new-born pleasure,...sire entered amid the smoking rafters, armed with retributory cudgel, and finding how affairs stood, began to rain blows upon the young rogue's shoulders,...

...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...so delicious ; and, surrendering himself up to the new-bom pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole handfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it,...

...fumbled at the pig It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...that tasted so delicious : and surrendering himself to the new-born pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole handfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh...

...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. 6. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding...that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious. Surrendering himself up to the new-born pleasure. he fell to tearing up whole handfuls of the scorched...