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He looked like one of the terra-cotta heads that you plant grass in. A peasan face, with peasan intuition, stupidity, shrewdness and malid. He couldn't have been anything but irish.
It was a clean-cut, American Boy face, a face that had aged but could not mature.
His face was lined with suffering in which his eyes did not participate.