He was in the habit of shaving him, and had no difficulty in removing the fair moustache from his upper lip.

Then, making him hold his head down, and puffing harder than ever, he cropped his thin hair, and managed to make a tolerably respectable tonsure.

But the whole operation had consumed half an hour at the least, and Del Ferice was trembling still.

Temistocle thrust the clothes into his bag.
"My watch!" objected the unfortunate man, "and my pearl studs--give them to me--what?
You villain! you thief! you--" "No _chiacchiere_, no talk, _padrone_," interrupted Temistocle, snapping the lock of the bag.

"If you chance to be searched, it would ill become a mendicant friar to be carrying gold watches and pearl studs.