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Oh
!
Fine
.
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You
going
to
do
it
?
"
"
Sure
.
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"
Sure
?
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"
Sure
,
sir
.
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You
can
look
at
the
hat
,
too
.
In
that
big
leather
case
on
the
shelf
.
Feather
’
s
kind
of
yellowy
.
"
I
got
in
the
big
old
wide
-
bottomed
tub
with
the
lion
’
s
feet
.
They
made
them
big
enough
to
luxuriate
in
in
those
days
.
I
scrubbed
Marullo
and
the
whole
day
off
my
skin
with
a
brush
and
I
shaved
in
the
tub
without
looking
,
feeling
for
the
whiskers
with
my
fingertips
.
Everyone
would
agree
that
’
s
pretty
Roman
and
decadent
.
While
I
combed
my
hair
,
I
looked
in
the
mirror
.
I
hadn
’
t
seen
my
face
in
a
long
time
.
It
’
s
quite
possible
to
shave
every
day
and
never
really
to
see
your
face
,
particularly
if
you
don
’
t
care
much
for
it
.
Beauty
is
only
skin
deep
,
and
also
beauty
must
come
from
inside
.
It
better
be
the
second
if
I
was
to
get
anywhere
.
It
isn
’
t
that
I
have
an
ugly
face
.
To
me
,
it
just
isn
’
t
interesting
.
I
made
a
few
expressions
and
gave
it
up
.
They
weren
’
t
noble
or
menacing
or
proud
or
funny
.
It
was
just
the
same
damn
face
making
faces
.
When
I
came
back
to
the
bedroom
,
Allen
had
the
plumed
Knight
Templar
hat
on
,
and
if
it
makes
me
look
that
silly
I
must
resign
.
The
leather
hatbox
was
open
on
the
floor
.
It
has
a
supportmade
of
velvet
-
covered
cardboard
like
an
upside
-
down
porridge
bowl
.
"
I
wonder
if
they
can
bleach
that
ostrich
plume
or
do
I
have
to
get
a
new
one
?
"
"
If
you
get
a
new
one
,
can
I
have
this
?
"
