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There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs — commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed.
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How wondered the less at this operation when I came to know of what fine steel the head of a harpoon is made, and how exceedingly sharp the long straight edges are always kept. That there were no curtains to the window, and that the street being very narrow, the house opposite commanded a plain view into the room,and observing more and more the indecorous figure that Queequeg made, staving about with little else but his hat and boots on. I begged him as well as I could, to accelerate his toilet somewhat, and particularly to get into his pantaloons as soon as possible. You could pretty plainly tell how long each one had been ashore.
He complied, and then proceeded to wash himself. At that time in the morning any Christian would have washed his face Queequeg contented himself with restricting his ablutions to his chest.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
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That man next him looks a few shades lighter you might say a touch of satin wood is in him. In the complexion of a third still lingers a tropic tawn, but slightly bleached withal, doubtless has tarried whole weeks ashore. But who could show a cheek like Queequeg. This young fellow’s healthy cheek is like a sun-toasted pear in hue, and would seem to smell almost as musky cannot have been three days landed from his Indian voyage. He then donned his waistcoat, and taking up a piece of hard soap on the wash-stand centre table, dipped it into water and commenced lathering his face. I was watching to see where he kept his razor, when lo and behold, he takes the harpoon from the bed corner, slips out the long wooden stock.