![]() "Oh, stop them, stop them!" she implored. Suddenly Lenina covered her face shish her hands and began to sob. The coyote struck again, again and at every blow at first a gasp, and then a deep groan went up from the crowd. The boy's body quivered but he made no sound, he walked on at the same slow, steady pace. The coyote-man raised his whip, there was a long moment of expectancy, then a swift movement, the whistle of the lash and its loud flat-sounding impact on the flesh. The boy moved on as though unaware of the other's existence. He had completed the first circuit and was half-way through the second when, from among the dancers, a tall man wearing the mask of a coyote and holding in his hand a whip of plaited leather, advanced towards him. Slowly, the boy began to walk round the writhing heap of snakes. The old man made the sign of the cross over him and turned away. Naked but for a white cotton breech-cloth, a boy of about eighteen stepped out of the crowd and stood before him, his hands crossed over his chest, his head bowed.
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