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'What do you say, Daisy?' inquired Steerforth, laughing, and resigning his seat. 'Will you be improved?' 'Thank you, Miss Mowcher, not this evening.' 'Don't say no,' returned the little woman, looking at me with the aspect of a connoisseur; 'a little bit more eyebrow?' 'Thank you,' I returned, 'some other time.' 'Have it carried half a quarter of an inch towards the temple,' said Miss Mowcher. 'We can do it in a fortnight.' 'No, I thank you. Not at present.' 'Go in for a tip,' she urged. 'No? Let's get the scaffolding up, then, for a pair of whiskers. Come!' I could not help blushing as I declined, for I felt we were on my weak point, now. But Miss Mowcher, finding that I was not at present disposed for any decoration within the range of her art, and that I was, for the time being,