Henry grew his beard as soon as he could; it was his way of saying to himself and the world that boyhood was gone and he had arrived in his days of manhood. He kept it so neat, as neat as the rest of his hair, and to be honest, it's hard to imagine him any other way.
His beard was so soft. It took that boyish face and made him so manly. I loved it, I really did.
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