Book, Chapter

1    4, 114|   out in her mistress' false curls; then producing some eyebrows
2    4, 114|     a matter of fact, for my curls were golden! But in a little
3    4, 117|   minute and rearranging the curls upon his shaven head the
4    4, 117| Lycas saw how well my golden curls became me and, becoming
5    5, 160|      her head, in close fine curls like those of Nubian woven.
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