A young female was dancing in an open space between the crowd and the fire. At first, Gringoire could not decide whether she was a human being, a fairy, or an angel. The golden-skinned girl was slender, elegant, and graceful. Gringoire watched as she played a tambourine and danced on an old Persian carpet spread on the ground. Her beautiful black eyes flashed like lightning. Every eye was fixed upon her, every mouth open. She seemed like a supernatural creature. Just then, one of her curls got loose, and a small brass object fell from it. She bent down to pick it up. At that moment, Gringoire realized that the lovely creature was indeed human. “Aha!” he thought. “A gypsy!”
Dose it relate to hair and mean: the curl of her hair?
