It pained him to shear away--"shear away" alone described it--such magnificent hair.

It was so thick, so long and so glossy.
"Ah," he said, laying some of the clipped locks across his hand and surveying them sorrowfully, "so great is the pity! What senorita could resist the young senor if these were still growing upon his head!" "You cut that hair," said Ned with a vicious snap of his teeth, "and cut it close, so close that it will look like the shaven face of a man.

I think you will find it so stated in the conditions if you will look at the permit approved in his own handwriting by Colonel Sandoval y Dominguez." Joaquin Menendez, still the artist, but obedient to the law, heaved a deep sigh, and proceeded with his sad task.

Lock by lock the abundant hair fell, until Ned's head stood forth in the shaven likeness of a man's face that he had wished.
"I must tell you," said Mr.Austin, "that it does not become you, but I hope you are satisfied." "I am satisfied," replied Ned.

"I have every cause to be.