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"
Master
,
"
he
said
to
his
father
,
"
have
you
a
mirror
you
could
lend
me
?
"
"
Young
sir
,
"
said
the
father
earnestly
,
"
your
figure
is
hardly
such
as
to
give
you
cause
for
conceit
,
and
you
have
no
reason
to
look
into
a
glass
constantly
.
Break
yourself
of
the
habit
,
in
your
case
it
is
a
foolish
one
.
"
"
Believe
me
it
is
not
out
of
conceit
that
I
wish
to
see
myself
,
"
said
Jacob
,
"
and
I
do
beseech
you
to
lend
me
a
glass
for
a
moment
.
"
"
I
do
not
possess
such
a
thing
,
"
said
the
cobbler
.
"
My
wife
had
one
somewhere
,
but
I
do
not
know
where
she
has
hidden
it
.
If
you
really
do
wish
to
see
yourself
,
you
had
best
go
across
the
road
and
ask
Urban
,
the
barber
,
to
let
you
take
a
look
in
his
.
He
has
one
about
twice
the
size
of
your
head
,
so
go
and
admire
yourself
by
all
means
.
"
With
these
words
his
father
took
him
by
the
shoulders
and
pushed
him
gently
from
the
shop
,
locked
the
door
upon
him
and
went
on
with
his
work
.
Jacob
,
who
had
known
the
barber
well
in
days
gone
by
,
crossed
the
road
and
entered
his
shop
.
"
Good-morning
,
Urban
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
have
come
to
ask
a
favour
of
you
.
Will
you
be
so
good
as
to
allow
me
a
glance
into
your
looking-glass
?
"
"
With
pleasure
,
there
it
stands
,
"
he
said
laughing
heartily
,
and
the
customer
who
was
being
shaved
laughed
also
.
"
You
are
a
handsome
little
fellow
,
"
the
barber
went
on
,
"
tall
and
slim
,
a
neck
like
a
swan
,
hands
as
dainty
as
a
queen
's
,
and
as
pretty
a
little
nose
as
one
could
see
anywhere
.
It
is
no
wonder
that
you
are
conceited
,
and
wish
to
take
a
glance
at
yourself
.
Well
,
you
are
welcome
to
the
use
of
my
mirrors
,
for
it
shall
never
be
said
of
me
that
I
was
so
jealous
of
your
good
looks
I
would
not
lend
you
my
mirror
to
admire
them
in
.
"
Shrieks
of
laughter
greeted
the
barber
's
words
,
but
poor
little
Jacob
,
who
had
seen
himself
reflected
in
the
mirror
,
could
not
keep
the
tears
from
his
eyes
.
"
No
wonder
you
did
not
recognise
your
son
.
Mother
dear
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
in
the
happy
days
when
you
were
wont
to
parade
him
proudly
before
the
neighbours
'
eyes
,
he
bore
little
resemblance
to
the
thing
he
has
now
become
.
"
Poor
fellow
,
his
eyes
were
small
and
set
like
a
pig
's
,
his
nose
was
enormous
und
reached
beyond
his
chin
,
his
neck
had
disappeared
altogether
,
and
his
head
had
sunk
down
between
his
shoulders
,
so
that
it
was
painful
to
attempt
to
move
it
either
to
the
right
or
left
.
He
was
no
taller
than
he
had
been
seven
years
before
,
but
his
back
and
his
chest
were
bowed
out
in
such
a
manner
that
they
resembled
a
well
-
hulled
sack
supported
upon
two
weak
little
legs
.
His
arms
,
however
,
had
grown
so
long
"
that
they
hung
down
almost
to
his
feet
,
and
his
coarse
brown
hands
were
the
size
of
those
of
a
full-grown
man
,
with
ugly
spider-like
fingers
.
The
handsome
,
lively
little
Jacob
had
been
changed
into
an
ugly
and
repulsive-looking
dwarf
.
