And not only one tress, but several.

There had been a number of golden snares.

She bowed her head and showed him where strands as large as her little finger had been clipped in several places.
Philip almost groaned.

She was telling him nothing new, except that there had been many snares instead of one.
He was on the point of speech when the look in her face held him silent.

Her eyes glowed with a sudden excitement--a wild inspiration.
She held out her hands until they nearly touched his breast.
"Philip Raine--Amerika!" she cried.
Then, pressing her hands to her own breast, she added eagerly: "Celie Armin--Danmark!" "Denmark!" exclaimed Philip.