"I don't know--yes, I do. It was my doing, not his. Everything of that sort always was my doing. He was going from home--to London, as usual; and the night before he went, I had found in his sister's workbox a lock of black hair--a short, round curl. Hortense told me it was her brother's, and a keepsake. He was sitting near the table. I looked at his head. He has plenty of hair; on the temples were many such round curls. I thought he could spare me one. I knew I should like to have it, and I asked for it. 
"I don't know - yes, I do. It was my doing, not his. He was going to London; and the night before he went, I had found in his sister's workbox a short lock of black hair. Hortense told me it was her brother's, and a keepsake. He was sitting near the table. He has plenty of hair; I thought he could spare me one curl, so I asked for it. 