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Clair, and the girl-barber (something I'll never get used to!) asked me the usual: How short? As short as Oliver North's, I said. We even, occasionally, lingered in the first-floor hall-in the faraway hope that Mr. Brocklebank. Once I was rector's warden to Canon Campbell-back when Canon Campbell was our rector; when he was alive, I admit I felt a little better-treated.