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Mr. Reeder was in his room, laying out his moderate toilet requirements on the dressing table, and meditating upon the waste of time involved in conforming to fashion -- for he had dressed for dinner -- when there came a tap at the door. He paused, a well-worn hairbrush in his hand, and looked around.
"Come in," he said, and added: "if you please."