The Innocents Abroad — Volume 03 by Mark Twain
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page 36 of 118 (30%)
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"Why this is Titian. This is one of the old masters." I wrote on. Directly Dan said: "Doctor, it is perfect luxury. The ship's barber isn't any thing to him." My rough beard wee distressing me beyond measure. The barber was rolling up his apparatus. The temptation was too strong. I said: "Hold on, please. Shave me also." I sat down in the chair and closed my eyes. The barber soaped my face, and then took his razor and gave me a rake that well nigh threw me into convulsions. I jumped out of the chair: Dan and the doctor were both wiping blood off their faces and laughing. I said it was a mean, disgraceful fraud. They said that the misery of this shave had gone so far beyond any thing they had ever experienced before, that they could not bear the idea of losing such a chance of hearing a cordial opinion from me on the subject. It was shameful. But there was no help for it. The skinning was begun and had to be finished. The tears flowed with every rake, and so did the fervent execrations. The barber grew confused, and brought blood every time. I think the boys enjoyed it better than any thing they have seen or heard since they left home. |
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