Whatever might be its colour there was no tinge of grey upon it.

It was glossy, silken, and long as when she was a girl.

I do not think that she took pride in it.

How could she take pride in personal beauty, when she was never seen by any man younger than Father Marty or the old peasant who brought turf to her door in creels on a donkey's back?
But she wore it always without any cap, tied in a simple knot behind her head.

Whether chignons had been invented then the author does not remember,--but they certainly had not become common on the coast of County Clare, and the peasants about Liscannor thought Mrs.
O'Hara's head of hair the finest they had ever seen.