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146 MY fortune's made. 
Still Cora argued, but in vain. Her husband 
went off to his business with his unshaven face. 
" I don't know whether to shave or not," said 
Douglass, next morning, running over his rough 
face, upon which was a beard of forty-eight hours' 
growth. His wife had hastily thrown on a wrap- 
per, and with slipshod feet, and head like a mop, 
was lounging in a large rocking chair, awaiting 
the breakfast bell. 
" For mercy's sake, Edward, don't go any long- 
er with that shockingly dirty face," spoke up Cora. 
" If you knew how dreadfully you looked." 
" Looks are nothing," replied Edward, stroking 
his beard. 
" Why, what has come over you all at once ? " 
" Nothing, only it's such a trouble to shave 
every day." 
" But you didn't shave yesterday." 
" I know ; I'm just as well off to-day as if I 
had. So much saved, at any rate." 
But Cora argued the matter, and her husband 
finally yielded, and mowed down the luxuriant 
growth of beard. 
" How much better you do look ! " said the 
wife. " Now don't go another day without shav- 
ing." 
" But why should I take so much trouble about 
mere looks ? I'm just as good with a long beard 
as with a short one. It's a great deal of trouble 
to shave every day. You can love me just as 
