shaven

The shaven one was Mr. Josephs, his companion Mr. Fairholme.

His face was even thinner and more worn than we have seen it before, but he was washed and shaven this Sunday morning.

Darting his talons into the monk's shaven crown, he sprang with him from the rock.

The tiny lawn was smooth as a shaven cheek, and a crimson rambler mounted to the nursery-window of a baby who never cried.