But Philip had ceased to be influenced by reason alone.

Sharply opposed to reason was that consciousness within him which told him that the hair had been freshly cut from a woman's head.
He had no argument with which to drive home the logic of this belief even with himself, and yet he found it impossible not to accept that belief fully and unequivocally.

There was, or HAD been, a woman with Bram--and as he thought of the length and beauty and rare texture of the silken strand in his pocket he could not repress a shudder at the possibilities the situation involved.

Bram--and a woman! And a woman with hair like that! He left his tree after a time.

For another hour he paced slowly back and forth at the edge of the Barren, his senses still keyed to the highest point of caution.