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well, and why need I care about what others say 
or think ? ” 
On the following morning Douglass appeared 
not only with a long beard, but with a bosom and 
collar that were both soiled and rumpled. 
“ Why, Edward ! how you do look! ” said Cora. 
“ You’ve neither shaved nor put on a clean shirt.” 
Edward stroked his face, and running his fin¬ 
gers along the edge of his collar, remarked indiffer¬ 
ently, as he did so, — 
“ It’s no matter. I look well enough. This 
being so very particular in dress is a waste of 
time; and I’m getting tired of it.” 
And in this trim Douglass went off to his busi¬ 
ness, much to the annoyance of his wife, who 
could not bear to see her husband looking so 
slovenly. 
Gradually the declension from neatness went 
on, until Edward was quite a match for his wife; 
and yet, strange to say, Cora had not taken the 
hint, broad as it was. In her own person she was 
as untidy as ever. 
About six months after their marriage, we in¬ 
vited a few friends to spend a social evening with 
us, Cora and her husband among the number. 
Cora came along quite early, and said that her 
husband was very much engaged, and could not 
come till after tea. My young friend had not 
taken much pains in her attire. Indeed, her ap¬ 
pearance mortified me, as it contrasted so decidedly 
