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He stuck in his  fingers  and pulled out-a nose!  ... Ivan Yakov-levich even dropped his  arms;  he began rubbing his  eyes  and feel-ing it:  a  nose,  precisely  a nose!  and,  what's  more,  it seemed like  a familiar  one. 

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He stuck in his  fingers  and pulled out-a nose!  ... Ivan Yakov-levich even dropped his  arms;  he began rubbing his  eyes  and feel-ing it:  a  nose,  precisely  a nose!  and,  what's  more,  it seemed like  a familiar  one. 

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He wished  to  look at  a  pimple  that had popped out on his  nose the previous  evening;  but, to his. greatest amazement,  he saw  that instead  of a  nose  he  had  a  perfectly  smooth  place! 

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He wished  to  look at  a  pimple  that had popped out on his  nose the previous  evening;  but, to his. greatest amazement,  he saw  that instead  of a  nose  he  had  a  perfectly  smooth  place! 

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\ V,1il!" I le turns. IL is lik e look ing into a distorting  mirror. Th e m a n is lrt,llow-ch ee ked, with a  few  days' s tubble on his chin, a nd the  untidy thatch ,ii  hair h as  thinne d  and  is  s trea ked  with  s ilve r. He  h o ld s  a  bunch of cards 111 his  hand.  /\  welt  m ars one ch eek,  and  hi s  le ft  s leeve  is  lorn  and s taine d wil h  so m e thing  rust-coloured.  Hi s  eyes a re  leopa rd's  eyes,  burning with  a rln·,1cl ful  urge n c y.  "As eern;'  says  the  s trange r  who  is  not a  s trange r, panting " ~ 1hough  h e  has  b een  running,  hi s  voice brea kjng  a  littl e.  "Don't. .. '.' He  is .ilrcacly s tarling  to  fade.  Aseern  reach es o ut a  hand and  m eets  nothing but .iir. /\  million questions rise  in  hi s  h ead, but before h e  ca n  spea k  the  image l't  go ne. 

# data[].attributes.subject
\ V,1il!" I le turns. IL is lik e look ing into a distorting  mirror. Th e m a n is lrt,llow-ch ee ked, with a  few  days' s tubble on his chin, a nd the  untidy thatch ,ii  hair h as  thinne d  and  is  s trea ked  with  s ilve r. He  h o ld s  a  bunch of cards 111 his  hand.  /\  welt  m ars one ch eek,  and  hi s  le ft  s leeve  is  lorn  and s taine d wil h  so m e thing  rust-coloured.  Hi s  eyes a re  leopa rd's  eyes,  burning with  a rln·,1cl ful  urge n c y.  "As eern;'  says  the  s trange r  who  is  not a  s trange r, panting " ~ 1hough  h e  has  b een  running,  hi s  voice brea kjng  a  littl e.  "Don't. .. '.' He  is .ilrcacly s tarling  to  fade.  Aseern  reach es o ut a  hand and  m eets  nothing but .iir. /\  million questions rise  in  hi s  h ead, but before h e  ca n  spea k  the  image l't  go ne. 