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Outside
the
dancing
was
by
this
time
in
full
swing
.
The
orchestra
was
playing
a
polka
.
Young
Vacca
,
now
at
his
fiftieth
wax
candle
,
had
brought
the
floor
to
the
slippery
surface
of
glass
.
The
druggist
was
dancing
with
one
of
the
Spanish
-
Mexican
girls
with
the
solemnity
of
an
automaton
,
turning
about
and
about
,
always
in
the
same
direction
,
his
eyes
glassy
,
his
teeth
set
.
Hilma
Tree
was
dancing
for
the
second
time
with
Harran
Derrick
.
She
danced
with
infinite
grace
.
Her
cheeks
were
bright
red
,
her
eyes
half
-
closed
,
and
through
her
parted
lips
she
drew
from
time
to
time
a
long
,
tremulous
breath
of
pure
delight
.
The
music
,
the
weaving
colours
,
the
heat
of
the
air
,
by
now
a
little
oppressive
,
the
monotony
of
repeated
sensation
,
even
the
pain
of
physical
fatigue
had
exalted
all
her
senses
.
She
was
in
a
dreamy
lethargy
of
happiness
.
It
was
her
“
first
ball
.
”
She
could
have
danced
without
stopping
until
morning
.
Minna
Hooven
and
Cutter
were
“
promenading
.
”
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
with
little
Hilda
already
asleep
on
her
knees
,
never
took
her
eyes
from
her
daughter
’
s
gown
.
As
often
as
Minna
passed
near
her
she
vented
an
energetic
“
pst
!
pst
!
”
The
metal
tip
of
a
white
draw
string
was
showing
from
underneath
the
waist
of
Minna
’
s
dress
.
Mrs
.
Hooven
was
on
the
point
of
tears
.
The
solitary
gayly
apparelled
clerk
from
Bonneville
was
in
a
fever
of
agitation
.
He
had
lost
his
elaborate
programme
card
.
Bewildered
,
beside
himself
with
trepidation
,
he
hurried
about
the
room
,
jostled
by
the
dancing
couples
,
tripping
over
the
feet
of
those
who
were
seated
;
he
peered
distressfully
under
the
chairs
and
about
the
floor
,
asking
anxious
questions
.
Magnus
Derrick
,
the
centre
of
a
listening
circle
of
ranchers
—
Garnett
from
the
Ruby
rancho
,
Keast
from
the
ranch
of
the
same
name
,
Gethings
and
Chattern
of
the
San
Pablo
and
Bonanza
—
stood
near
the
great
open
doorway
of
the
barn
,
discussing
the
possibility
of
a
shortage
in
the
world
’
s
wheat
crop
for
the
next
year
.
Abruptly
the
orchestra
ceased
playing
with
a
roll
of
the
snare
drum
,
a
flourish
of
the
cornet
and
a
prolonged
growl
of
the
bass
viol
.
The
dance
broke
up
,
the
couples
hurrying
to
their
seats
,
leaving
the
gayly
apparelled
clerk
suddenly
isolated
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
,
rolling
his
eyes
.
The
druggist
released
the
Spanish
-
Mexican
girl
with
mechanical
precision
out
amidst
the
crowd
of
dancers
.
He
bowed
,
dropping
his
chin
upon
his
cravat
;
throughout
the
dance
neither
had
hazarded
a
word
.
The
girl
found
her
way
alone
to
a
chair
,
but
the
druggist
,
sick
from
continually
revolving
in
the
same
direction
,
walked
unsteadily
toward
the
wall
.
All
at
once
the
barn
reeled
around
him
;
he
fell
down
.
There
was
a
great
laugh
,
but
he
scrambled
to
his
feet
and
disappeared
abruptly
out
into
the
night
through
the
doorway
of
the
barn
,
deathly
pale
,
his
hand
upon
his
stomach
.
Dabney
,
the
old
man
whom
nobody
knew
,
approached
the
group
of
ranchers
around
Magnus
Derrick
and
stood
,
a
little
removed
,
listening
gravely
to
what
the
governor
was
saying
,
his
chin
sunk
in
his
collar
,
silent
,
offering
no
opinions
.
But
the
leader
of
the
orchestra
,
with
a
great
gesture
of
his
violin
bow
,
cried
out
:
“
All
take
partners
for
the
lancers
and
promenade
around
the
hall
!
”
However
,
there
was
a
delay
.
A
little
crowd
formed
around
the
musicians
’
platform
;
voices
were
raised
;
there
was
a
commotion
.
Skeezicks
,
who
played
the
big
horn
,
accused
the
cornet
and
the
snare
-
drum
of
stealing
his
cold
lunch
.
At
intervals
he
could
be
heard
expostulating
:
“
Ah
,
no
!
at
the
end
of
the
end
!
Render
me
the
sausages
,
you
,
or
less
I
break
your
throat
!
Aha
!
I
know
you
.
You
are
going
to
play
me
there
a
bad
farce
.
My
sausages
and
the
pork
sandwich
,
else
I
go
away
from
this
place
!
”
