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"
If
only
I
'd
some
green
!
"
He
turned
a
half-concealed
face
up
to
Roger
and
answered
the
incomprehension
of
his
gaze
.
"
For
hunting
.
Like
in
the
war
.
You
know
--
dazzle
paint
.
Like
things
trying
to
look
like
something
else
--
"
He
twisted
in
the
urgency
of
telling
.
"
--
Like
moths
on
a
tree
trunk
.
"
Roger
understood
and
nodded
gravely
.
The
twins
moved
toward
Jack
and
began
to
protest
timidly
about
something
.
Jack
waved
them
away
.
"
Shut
up
.
"
He
rubbed
the
charcoal
stick
between
the
patches
of
red
and
white
on
his
face
.
"
No
.
You
two
come
with
me
.
"
He
peered
at
his
reflection
and
disliked
it
.
He
bent
down
,
took
up
a
double
handful
of
lukewarm
water
and
rubbed
the
mess
from
his
face
.
Freckles
and
sandy
eyebrows
appeared
.
Roger
smiled
,
unwillingly
.
