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The hat was his one public indulgence, the one symbol of his status in West Cove which he permitted himself. It came from a shop in London, where Dr. Box liked to say that there was an extra replica of his head in wood, around which each year a new hat was fitted for the real head thousands of miles away. (When he could not find his stethoscope, or a tongue depressor, he’d said that the heads were mixed up – that the real head was in London and the wooden one I West Cove.)