``Iknowwhyhelooksatyouso，\'\'heansweredforhim。``Heisstartled。Yesterdaywewenttoahair-dresser\'sshopdownbelowthere，andwesawamanwhowasalmostexactlylikeyou——only——\'\'headded，lookingup，``hiseyesweregrayandyoursarebrown。\'\'
``Hewasmytwinbrother，\'\'saidtheguide，puffingathispipecheerfully。``Myfatherthoughthecouldmakehair-dressersofusboth，andItrieditforfouryears。ButIalwayswantedtobeclimbingthemountainsandtherewerenotholidaysenough。SoIcutmyhair，andwashedthepomadeoutofit，andbrokeaway。
Idon\'tlooklikeahair-dressernow，doI？\'\'
Hedidnot。Notatall。ButMarcoknewhim。Hewastheman。
Therewasnooneonthemountain-topbutthemselves，andthesunwasjustshowingarimofgoldabovethefarthestandhighestgiant\'sshoulders。Oneneednotbeafraidtodoanything，sincetherewasnoonetoseeorhear。Marcoslippedthesketchoutoftheslitinhissleeve。Helookedatitandhelookedattheguide，andthenheshowedittohim。