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heard飞扬人体艺术 first in Dominic’s voice. His hand on the tiller and his fearless eyes roaming the horizon from 飞扬人体艺术within the monkish hood shadowing his face, he would utter the usual exordium of his rem飞扬人体艺术orseless wisdom: “Vous autres gentilhommes!” in a caustic tone that hangs on my ear yet. Like Nostromo! “You hombres finos!” Very much like Nostromo. But Dominic the Corsican nursed a certain pride of ancestry from which my Nostromo ,