He returned my curtsy with an elegant, courtly bow. “But what are you doing here alone, sitting in a stream of water weeping?” he asked. He leaned forward to look closely at my face, a look of earnest concern on his own. “Is it an affair of the heart?”
“Well, it is a lot of things, sir, but mainly it is an affair of the hair! I know it is silly, but it is important to me.”
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