Identifier: davidcopperfield01dicke (find matches)
Title: David Copperfield
Year: 1850 (1850s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882
Subjects: Boys Orphans Young men Child labor
Publisher: Philadelphia : T.B. Peterson
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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f thevirtues of that preparation to one of the httle brushes, began rubbingand scraping away with both on the crown of Steerforths head inthe busiest manner I ever witnessed, talking all the time. Theres Charley Pyegrave, the dukes son, she said. Youknow Charley ? peeping round into his face. A little, said Steerforth. What a man he is ! Theres a whisker! As to Charleys legs,if they were only a pair (which they aint), theyd defy competition.Would you believe he tried to do without me—in the Life-Guards,too? Mad ! said Steerforth. It looks like it. However, mad or sane, he tried, returnedMiss Mowcher. What does he do, but, lo and behold you, he goesinto a perfumers shop, and wants to buy a bottle of the MadagascarLiquid ? Charley does ? said Steerforth. Charley does. But they havent got any of the MadagascarLiquid. What is it ? Something to drink ? asked Steerforth. To drink ? returned Miss Mowcher, stopping to slap his cheek. To doctor his own moustachios with, you know. There was a
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I make the Acquaintance of Miss Mowcber. I r L-iVERSITY OF ILLINOIS r DAVID COPPERFIELD. 379 woman in the shop—elderly female—quite a Griffin—who hadnever even heard of it by name. Begging pardon, sir, said theGriffin to Charley, * its not—not—not rouge, is it ? Rouge,said Charley to the Griffin. Wliat the unmentionable to earspolite, do you think I want with rouge? No oftence, sir, said theGriffin ; we have it asked for by so many names, I thought itmight be. Now that, my child, continued Miss Mowcher, rubbingall the time as busily as ever, is another instance of the refreshinghumbug I was speaking of. / do something in that way myself—perhaps a good deal—perhaps a little—sharps the word, my dearboy—never mind! In what way do you mean ? In the rouge way ? said Steer-*forth. Put this and that together, my tender pupil, returned the waryMowcher, touching her nose, work it by the rule of Secrets in alltrades, and the product will give you the desired result. I say / do

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