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“Let’s take the first one,” Adam said wearily. “In any case, we can’t hope to find Emily until we’ve got rid of another three.”
As they opened the door, a bell tinkled since they were inside a hat shop. The walls were lined with shelves piled with hats of every colour, shape and style. Lar’s slightly squinting, yellow eyes shone at the sight of so much leather and felt headwear.
A small figure emerged from a back room and stood smiling behind a low counter. He was a shaggy, brown-skinned person, dressed all in brown, too. Adam noticed with surprise that the little wrinkled person’s hands had no fingers, as this was the first time that he had been close to a brownie.
“Hello,” the brownie said in a very friendly voice. “Allow me to show you some hats. They’re all of the finest quality
