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"
How
do
I
look
?
"
said
Hepzibah
,
turning
her
head
to
admire
the
various
angles
of
her
face
in
the
mirror
.
"
Lovely
,
madam
,
"
squeaked
Hokey
.
Harry
could
only
assume
that
it
was
down
in
Hokey
's
contract
that
she
must
lie
through
her
teeth
when
asked
this
question
,
because
Hepzibah
Smith
looked
a
long
way
from
lovely
in
his
opinion
.
A
tinkling
doorbell
rang
and
both
mistress
and
elf
jumped
.
"
Quick
,
quick
,
he
's
here
,
Hokey
!
"
cried
Hepzibah
and
the
elf
scurried
out
of
the
room
,
which
was
so
crammed
with
objects
that
it
was
difficult
to
see
how
anybody
could
navigate
their
way
across
it
without
knocking
over
at
least
a
dozen
things
:
there
were
cabinets
full
of
little
lacquered
boxes
,
cases
full
of
gold-embossed
books
,
shelves
of
orbs
and
celestial
globes
,
and
many
flourishing
potted
plants
in
brass
containers
.
In
fact
,
the
room
looked
like
a
cross
between
a
magical
antique
shop
and
a
conservatory
.
The
house-elf
returned
within
minutes
,
followed
by
a
tall
young
man
Harry
had
no
difficulty
whatsoever
in
recognizing
as
Voldemort
.
He
was
plainly
dressed
in
a
black
suit
;
his
hair
was
a
little
longer
than
it
had
been
at
school
and
his
cheeks
were
hollowed
,
but
all
of
this
suited
him
;
he
looked
more
handsome
than
ever
.
He
picked
his
way
through
the
cramped
room
with
an
air
that
showed
he
had
visited
many
times
before
and
bowed
low
over
Hepzibah
's
fat
little
hand
,
brushing
it
with
his
lips
.
"
I
brought
you
flowers
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
producing
a
bunch
of
roses
from
nowhere
.
"
You
naughty
boy
,
you
should
n't
have
!
"
squealed
old
Hepzibah
,
though
Harry
noticed
that
she
had
an
empty
vase
standing
ready
on
the
nearest
little
table
.
"
You
do
spoil
this
old
lady
,
Tom
...
sit
down
,
sit
down
...
where
's
Hokey
...
ah
...
"
The
house-elf
had
come
dashing
back
into
the
room
carrying
a
tray
of
little
cakes
,
which
she
set
at
her
mistress
's
elbow
.
