A few days later, Little Hairy-Harry suffered a near heart attack. An enormous and strange object flung itself upon him, out of the blue, à propos of nothing, and scratched him. Scratched him really hard. His little heart nearly burst, his head spun and his nose positively throbbed with the blasted pimple that was growing larger and larger by the day. This assault too was surely a new trial as part of his personal training.
He resorted to the most drastic of measures, drawing from amongst his drawer of personal possessions a clay face masque.
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