You would not cut it when I was here, and I have been very poorly these three months.

I could not come out, so the other day I had my sister cut it off.

My father wanted to send for you, but I said "no," and, oh, my! it looks just as if a donkey had come behind and mistaken it for hay.' How quickly a train of thought can flash through the brain! Saintou asked himself if he loved the girl or the hair, and his heart answered very sincerely that the hair, divine as it was, had been but the outward sign which led him to love the inward grace of the girl.
'Mademoiselle ought not to have said "no"; I should have come very willingly and would have cut her hair, if I had known it must be so.' 'I made my sister cut it, but it's frightful.

It looks as if one had tried to mow a lawn with a pair of scissors, or shear a sheep with a penknife.' 'I will make all that right,' said Saintou soothingly; 'I will make it all right.

Just in a moment I will make it very nice.' Yes, it was too true, the hair was gone; and very barbarously it had been handled.