Now the plaintive call of the violin came stronger, and she hastened back to curl up at her father's feet and listen.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
As the tears were beaten back she saw and recognized him, with a curl of the lip.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
His hands are plunged deep into their hair; he holds a golden curl tight between his teeth.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell