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It is a moot question as to whether a curl can be more alluring when it glows beneath the fiery kisses of the sun, or shines demurely in the tender radiance of the moon. As Bellew looked at it now, -- that same small curl that nodded and beckoned to him above Anthea's left ear, -- he strongly inclined to the latter opinion.
"Adam tells me that you are going out, Miss Anthea."