Her hair still fell loose about her in a thick and shimmering glory.

And BRAM'S EYES WERE ON IT AS HE TOOK THE TRESS FROM HER FINGERS! Was it conceivable that this mad-man did not comprehend his power! Had the thought not yet burned its way into his thick brain that a treasure many times greater than, that which she had doled out to him lay within the reach of his brute hands at any time he cared to reach out for it?
And was it possible that the girl did not guess her danger as she stood there?
What she could see of his face must have been as pale as her own when she looked at him.

She smiled, and nodded at Bram.

The giant was turning slowly toward the window, and after a moment or two in which they could hear him mumbling softly he sat down cross-legged against the wall, divided the tress into three silken threads and began weaving them into a snare.

The color was returning to Celie's face when Philip looked at her again.