His razor glistened lightly over the stubbly beards, and his scissors clipped neatly over the locks of his customers.
Except when so engaged, he went on rhyming.

In a little town, gossip flies about quickly, and even gets into the local papers.
One day Jasmin read in one of the Agen journals, "Pegasus is a beast that often carries poets to the hospital." Were the words intended for him?
He roared with laughter.

Some gossip had bewitched the editor.
Perhaps he was no poet.

His rhymes would certainly never carry him to the hospital.

Jasmin's business was becoming a little more lucrative..
It is true his house was not yet fully furnished, but day by day he was adding to the plenishing.