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`` You 'll manage it all right , '' said I. `` Manage it -- will I ? '' `` Yes , or I am much mistaken . '' And Grindhusen was pacified once more . But at the midday rest , when I was cutting his hair , I put him out of temper once again by suggesting he should wash his head . `` A man of your age ought to know better than to talk such stuff , '' he said . And Heaven knows but he may have been right . His red thatch of hair was thick as ever , for all he 'd grandchildren of his own ... .