Now it is so long, too, that it's falling all about my eyes.

Its weight is oppressing my brain.

I feel a little touch of fever now and then, and I believe it's this awful hair." He ran his fingers through the heavy locks until his head seemed to be surrounded with a defense like the quills of a porcupine.

Beneath the great bush of hair his gray eyes glowed in a pale, thin face.
"There is a lot of it," said Mr.Austin, surveying him critically, "but it is not usual for anybody in our situation to be worrying about the length and abundance of his hair." "I'm sure I'd be a lot better if I could get it cut close." "Well, well, if you are taking it so much to heart we'll see what can be done.

You are ill and wasted, Edward, and when one is in that condition a little thing can affect his spirits.