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Then she draws the front hair over his eyes, and leaves it there while she cuts that which is at the back; the hair which lies over his eyes appears to be surcharged with electric needles, and that which is silently dropping down over his shirtband appears to be on fire.

Do thou me off thy satin doublet, Thy shirtband wrought with glistering gold, And do me off thy golden chain About thy neck so many a fold.

He threw himself back in his chair and stared at me with such concentrated fury I thought he would burst the diamond stud loose from his shirtband.