She was even permitted to kiss Eugene, although she protested
against the removal of that lovely moustache. She offered to bring
Felina to lick off the stubble on her friend's chin, but that friend, in
a wheezy whistling voice, begged that Maguffin might be substituted for
the cat, in case pussy might scratch him. Maguffin came with the
colonel's razors, and Marjorie looked on, while he gave the author of
his present fortunes a clean shave, and made ironical remarks about
moustache trimming. "Guess the man what trimmed yoh mustash fought he
was a bahbah, sah?" The patient smiled seraphically, and whistled in
his throat. "Never want to have a better, Maguffin."
"It's awful, Guff, isn't it?" asked Miss Thomas, and continued, "it
quite gives me the horrows!"
"Dey's bahbahs and dey's bahbahs," replied the coloured gentlemen, "and
I doan want ter blame a gennelum as cayn't help hisself."
The barbering completed, Marjorie junior was dismissed with her ally
Guff, and the senior lady of that name reigned supreme. The eyes of the
feeble invalid, whose heart had been hungering and thirsting for love
during a month that had seemed a lifetime, followed her all over the
room, and almost stopped beating when she went near the door.
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