But... [she did feel something, just now, when she pushed it out of her face] There's simply something caught in it, I'm sure. It is getting rather long... [she's trying to hide the cold dread that has come over her, though her voice shakes just a bit. she reaches her hand up to her hair again, running it through the strands and feeling it catch against something rough. without a word, she very slowly tries to separate out the rough strand, pulling it in front of her face so she can get a look at it. when she sees it, she immediately lets go, closing her eyes]

Confound this town! It's quite as bad as the Witch of the Waste ever was!