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But I think if you don't mind, I will leave him to explain." "Odd" said Graham. "Guardian? Council?" Then turning his back on the new comer, he asked in an undertone, "Why is this man glaring at me? Is he a mesmerist?" "Mesmerist! He is a capillotomist." "Capillotomist!" "Yes one of the chief. His yearly fee is sixdoz lions." It sounded sheer nonsense.
But I think if you don't mind, I will leave him to explain." "Odd!" said Graham. "Guardian? Council?" Then turning his back on the new comer, he asked in an undertone, "Why is this man glaring at me? Is he a mesmerist?" "Mesmerist! He is a capillotomist." "Capillotomist!" "Yes one of the chief. His yearly fee is sixdoz lions." It sounded sheer nonsense.
"Don't you understand, Sire?" cried the flaxen-bearded man with hurried politeness. "He is going to cut your hair." "Oh!" cried Graham enlightened. "But you called him " "A capillotomist precisely! He is one of the finest artists in the world." Graham sat down abruptly. The flaxen-bearded man disappeared.
The capillotomist came forward with graceful gestures, examined Graham's ears and surveyed him, felt the back of his head, and would have sat down again to regard him but for Howard's audible impatience. Forthwith with rapid movements and a succession of deftly handled implements he shaved Graham's chin, clipped his moustache, and cut and arranged his hair.
The capillotomist came forward, examined Graham's ears and surveyed him, felt the back of his head, and would have sat down again to regard him but for Howard's audible impatience. Forthwith with rapid movements and a succession of deftly handled implements he shaved Graham's chin, clipped his moustache, and cut and arranged his hair.
"Don't you understand, Sire?" cried the flaxen-bearded man with hurried politeness. "He is going to cut your hair." "Oh!" cried Graham enlightened. "But you called him "A capillotomist precisely! He is one of the finest artists in the world." Graham sat down abruptly. The flaxen-bearded man disappeared.
And they quarrel so dreadfully! They will fight, some of them, for precedence on staircases! Dreadful, isn't it? But I think Wraysbury, the fashionable capillotomist, is here. From Capri." "Capillotomist," said Graham. "Ah! I remember. An artist! Why not?" "We have to cultivate him," she said apologetically. "Our heads are in his hands." She smiled.
They are mostly such queer people and so preoccupied about themselves. And they quarrel so dreadfully! They will fight, some of them, for precedence on staircases! Dreadful isn't it? But I think Wraysbury, the fashionable capillotomist, is here. From Capri." "Capillotomist," said Graham. "Ah! I remember. An artist! Why not?" "We have to cultivate him," she said apologetically.
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