Shave me also." I sat down in the chair and closed my eyes.

The barber soaped my face, and then took his razor and gave me a rake that well nigh threw me into convulsions.

I jumped out of the chair: Dan and the doctor were both wiping blood off their faces and laughing.
I said it was a mean, disgraceful fraud.
They said that the misery of this shave had gone so far beyond any thing they had ever experienced before, that they could not bear the idea of losing such a chance of hearing a cordial opinion from me on the subject.
It was shameful.

But there was no help for it.

The skinning was begun and had to be finished.