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Ralph Crossby was standing at the open doorway as the car swung up and came to a halt. Stephen noticed that he was immaculately dressed in a grey tweed suit that by rights should have been shabby. But everything about him looked aggressively new, his very hair had a quality of newness -- it was thin brown hair that shone as though polished.
"I wonder if he puts it out with his boots," thought Stephen, surveying him with interest.