He did not want to think about hair either.
Although Miss Coombe had very nice hair--cloudy hair, with little ways of growing about the temple and at the curve of the neck which a blind man could not help noticing.

In the peaceful shadows of the room it seemed a still softer shadow framing the vivid girlish face.
Still, on the whole, sleep would have been better company and when at last he did drop off he did not relish being wakened by the voice of Ann at his door.
"Doc-ter, doc-ter! Are you awake?
Can I come in ?" "I am not awake.

Go away." Ann's giggle came clearly through the keyhole.
"You've got a visitor," she whispered piercingly through the same medium.

"A man.

A well man, not a sick one.