Commodore Junk — page 63: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

56 COMMODORE JUNK. Womanly vanity? Not a scrap of it, but firm, intense purpose ; deep thought ; calm, calculating observation before taking a step that was to influence her life. She rose after a time and walked into her brother Abel’s bed-room, where she stayed for some minutes, and then with a quick, resolute step she re-entered the cottage kitchen, thrust the few embers together that burned upon the hearth, took a pair of scissors from a box, and again seated herself before the glass. The sun was setting, and filled the slate-floored kitchen with light which flashed back from the blurred looking-glass, and cast a curious glare in the girl’s stern countenance, with its heavy dark brows, sun-browned ruddy cheeks, and gleaming eyes. Snip / The sharp scissors had passed through one lock of the mas- sive black tresses which she had shaken over her shoulders, and which then rippled to the cottage floor. Snip / Another cut, and two locks had fallen. Then rapidly snip, snip, snyp—a curious thick, sharp snap—and the great waves of glorious hair kept falling as the bare, sun-burned, ruddy arm played here and there, and the steel blades glittered and opened and closed, as if arm, hand, and scissors formed the neck, head, and angry bill of some fierce bird attacking that well-shaped head, amd at every snap took off a thick tress of hair. It was not a long task, and when the hair had all fallen, to lie around, one glorious ring of glossy black tresses, there were only afew snips to give here and there to finish off notches and too long, untidy spots, and then the girl rose, ard with a cold, hard look upon her frowning face she stooped, and stooped, and stooped, and at each rising cast a great tress Gomichbooksneo =)