Barber and Stillwell and Colpetzer and their associates did not die in vain.
I shall not go to bed till night; but I want a bedroom, and a barber.
Grasping the situation I replied that I did not like my barber.
He was the son of a barber at Laval, in Maine, where he was born in 1509.
It is so called from a fancied resemblance to a wig on a barber's block.
They called in the barber's wife—the only woman's doctor known in these parts.
One of the general's serfs, he who acted as barber, was to be the victim.
This was Jonaique Jelly, barber, clock-mender, and Manx patriot.
Finally, he went to the barber's in the market-place and said, "Will you write an address for me, Jonaique?"
The barber's customer was a taller man standing than he was long lying.