Poor Dirk, you will remember, if he had thought of it, had no comb with which to experiment.
"May have its comb clipped if it make over-much noise," broke in an Englishman.
At this dangerous moment her ladyship artfully let drop the comb.
She then planted the comb in my mop of hair and tore out a handful of it.
She snatched the comb out of my hand like a wicked woman, and ...