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IT was about nine on a warm, misty morning. The two mates had boxed, and wrestled, and bathed, and Higginson was at a small mirror suspended against the butt of a huge gum, shaving, while Bob bent over a pan, frying rabbit for the breakfast. Higginson, without the excuse Bob had for keeping up appearances, was as meticulous about the care of his person as if he were within call of Mayfair. He shaved every morning.
This morning Higgie's razor was far from satisfactory, and wrenched an oath from him with every stroke.