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His legs , his arms , his face , even his hair , unless his son in the Coldstream happened to be at home at the time , were long . `` Is your father mad ? '' Mr. Chubble once asked of Dick Hazlewood . The two men had met in the broad street of Great Beeding at midday , and the elder one , bubbling with indignation , had planted himself in front of Dick . `` Mad ? '' Dick repeated reflectively . `` No , I should n't go as far as that .