She smiled, and nodded at Bram. The giant
was turning slowly toward the window, and after a moment or two in
which they could hear him mumbling softly he sat down cross-legged
against the wall, divided the tress into three silken threads and
began weaving them into a snare. The color was returning to
Celie's face when Philip looked at her again. She told him with a
gesture of her head and hands that she was going into her room for
a time. He didn't blame her. The excitement had been rather
unusual.
After she had gone he dug his shaving outfit out of his kit-bag.
It included a mirror and the reflection he saw in this mirror
fairly shocked him. No wonder the girl had been frightened at his
first appearance. It took him half an hour to shave his face
clean, and all that time Bram paid no attention to him but went on
steadily at his task of weaving the golden snare. Celie did not
reappear until the wolf-man had finished and was leaving the
cabin. The first thing she noticed was the change in Philip's
face.
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