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As he came closer it was obvious that he was a gentleman.
I suppose you thought I recognised him by his overcoat? Nonsense.
Lots of proletarians even wear overcoats nowadays.
I admit they don't usually have collars like this one, of course, but even so you can sometimes be mistaken at a distance.
No, it's the eyes: you can't go wrong with those, near or far.
Eyes mean a lot.
Like a barometer.
They tell you everything - they tell you who has a heart of stone, who would poke the toe of his boot in your ribs as soon as look at you - and who's afraid of you.
The cowards - they're the ones whose ankles I like to snap at.
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