As, however, this permitted what there was of it to fall about her face, there being too little to confine in the usual prison of the net, her appearance did not bear such marks of deprivation, or, in other and Scotch words, "she didna luik sae dockit," as might have been expected.
Her wavy locks of rich brown were borne that night, by the careful hand of Mrs Bruce, to Rob Guddle, the barber.

Nor was the hand less careful that brought back their equivalent in money.

With a smile to her husband, half loving and half cunning, Mrs Bruce dropped the amount into the till..