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 1    1,  22|        fingers through the long hair that hung down about my
 2    2,  33| Trimalchio himself, wearing his hair long, holding a caduceus
 3    2,  42|      think he can call his very hair his own, and it is no fault
 4    2,  48|        in heart, and with their hair unbound, and prayed to Jupiter
 5    2,  58|       among the very first, her hair was streaming and she held
 6    2,  67|        if you'll believe me, my hair stood on end, and all the
 7    3,  93|       priest unto Neptune, with hair loosed,~An outcry evoked
 8    4, 106|    change our complexions, from hair to toe-nails! Then, in the
 9    4, 106|       can we? We can't kink our hair with a curling-iron, can
10    4, 108|         man aboard ship to shed hair or nails, unless the wind
11    4, 109|      aboard my ship cut off his hair, did he?" he bawled, "and
12    4, 109|      scoundrels had long matted hair, I ordered the filth cleared
13    4, 109|         the interference of the hair; as they ought to be in
14    4, 111|      why did they strip all the hair off their heads, if they
15    4, 111|         their cutting off their hair at night. On this evidence,
16    4, 111|       what god did you vow your hair to? Answer!"~  ~The Fight ~
17    4, 113|  recited this little elegy upon hair:~"Gone are those locks that
18    4, 113|       that poor bare crown, its hair all worn away~Oh! Faithless
19    4, 114|    decked me out with a head of hair which was none the less
20    4, 115|        funeral cortege with her hair down, beating her naked
21    4, 115|     before and, tearing out her hair, she strewed it upon the
22    5, 130|       would fall far short. Her hair, naturally wavy, flowed
23    5, 130|        low and the roots of her hair were brushed back from it;
24    5, 130|        hold sway,~Or they white hair beneath swan's down conceal~
25    5, 137|   hideous crone with disheveled hair, and clad in black garments
26    5, 141|         she tore the snow-white hair,~And scratched her cheeks:
27    5, 142|     laid hold of me, seizing my hair~And dragging me, wounding
28    5, 145|     were sumptuously fitted up. Hair dressers were in attendance
29    5, 145|         he combed his mistress' hair, and often, when she bathed,
30    5, 153|        had curl'd and bound her hair~With more than ordinary
31    5, 160|       airy colorless scarf. Her hair was wound on the top of
32    6     |         the dark eyes and black hair of Lycus . . . "with dark
33    6     |        with dark eyes and black hair beautiful." It is not to
34    6     |        of her person, without a hair upon it, shines more brilliantly