There I found soap, water, razors--offered me diffidently by my beardless host--and an outfit of new clothes.

To be shaved again without depending on the barber of the gaol was a source of a delicious, if a childish joy.

My hair was sadly too long, but I was none so unwise as to make an attempt on it myself.

And, indeed, I thought it did not wholly misbecome me as it was, being by nature curly.

The clothes were about as good as I expected.