She was wearing her hair loose, held back with a set of deceptively simple silver combs.

Her hair had been done up, fastened by a silver comb.

She opened it to find a fine silver comb with onyx stones.

He looked down on her dark hair, clasped by a silver comb.

A silver comb was set in her hair.

He closed his eyes, hoping to read some impression as he had with the silver combs.

But no, I thought: Doris would have taken the silver comb, too.

She still had the silver comb in her hair.

Have I even a silver comb or a silk gown to my name?

You should have a silver comb, too, and perhaps a new mirror, your old bronze one is scratched.