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never appeared at the breakfast table in the morn¬ 
ing without being shaved, nor did he lounge about 
in the evening in his shirt sleeves. The slovenly 
habits into which Cora had fallen annoyed him seri¬ 
ously, and still more so when her carelessness about 
her appearance began to manifest itself abroad as at 
home. When he hinted any thing on the subject, 
she did not hesitate to reply in a jesting manner, 
that her fortune was made, and that she need not 
trouble herself any longer about how she looked. 
Douglass did not feel very much complimented; 
but as he had his share of good sense, he saw that 
to assume a cold and offended manner would do 
no good. 
“ If your fortune is made, so is mine,” he re¬ 
plied on one occasion, quite coolly and indifferently. 
Next morning he made his appearance at the break¬ 
fast table with a beard of twenty-four hours’ growth. 
“ You haven’t shaved this morning, Edward,”, 
said Cora, to whose eyes the dirty-looking face of 
her husband was particularly unpleasant. 
“ No,” he replied, carelessly. “ It’s a serious 
trouble to shave every day.” 
“ But you look so much the better with a 
cleanly-shaved face! ” 
“ Looks are nothing, ease and comfort every 
thing,” said Douglass. 
“ But common decency, Edward! ” 
“ I see nothing indecent in a long beard,” re¬ 
plied the husband. 
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