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"Good Heavens! " said I to him one day, "three times have I told you to buy me a brush. What a head the fellow has! " He answered not a word; nor had he the evening before made any reply to a like expostulation. "This is very odd," I thought to myself, "he is generally so very particular."
"Well, go and get a duster to wipe my shoes with," I said angrily. While he was on his way, I regretted that I had spoken so sharply, and my anger entirely subsided when I saw how carefully he tried to remove the dust from my shoes without touching my stockings. "What," I said to myself, "are there then men who brush others' shoes for money! " This word "money" came upon me like a flash of lightning. I suddenly remembered that for a long time my servant had not had any money from me.