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At
least
,
he
doubtless
sang
all
these
things
and
more
—
he
certainly
seemed
to
;
though
all
that
was
distinguishable
was
,
“
We
’
re
-
goin
’
-
to
-
the
-
circus
!
”
and
then
,
once
more
,
“
We
’
re
-
goin
’
-
to
-
the
-
circus
!
”
—
the
sweet
rhythmic
phrase
repeated
again
and
again
.
But
indeed
I
cannot
be
quite
sure
,
for
I
heard
confusedly
,
as
in
a
dream
.
Wings
of
fire
sprang
from
the
old
mare
’
s
shoulders
.
We
whirled
on
our
way
through
purple
clouds
,
and
earth
and
the
rattle
of
wheels
were
far
away
below
.
The
dream
and
the
dizziness
were
still
in
my
head
when
I
found
myself
,
scarce
conscious
of
intermediate
steps
,
seated
actually
in
the
circus
at
last
,
and
took
in
the
first
sniff
of
that
intoxicating
circus
smell
that
will
stay
by
me
while
this
clay
endures
.
The
place
was
beset
by
a
hum
and
a
glitter
and
a
mist
;
suspense
brooded
large
o
’
er
the
blank
,
mysterious
arena
.
Strung
up
to
the
highest
pitch
of
expectation
,
we
knew
not
from
what
quarter
,
in
what
divine
shape
,
the
first
surprise
would
come
.
A
thud
of
unseen
hoofs
first
set
us
aquiver
;
then
a
crash
of
cymbals
,
a
jangle
of
bells
,
a
hoarse
applauding
roar
,
and
Coralie
was
in
the
midst
of
us
,
whirling
past
’
twixt
earth
and
sky
,
now
erect
,
flushed
,
radiant
,
now
crouched
to
the
flowing
mane
;
swung
and
tossed
and
moulded
by
the
maddening
dance
-
music
of
the
band
.
The
mighty
whip
of
the
count
in
the
frock
-
coat
marked
time
with
pistol
-
shots
;
his
war
-
cry
,
whooping
clear
above
the
music
,
fired
the
blood
with
a
passion
for
splendid
deeds
,
as
Coralie
,
laughing
,
exultant
,
crashed
through
the
paper
hoops
.
We
gripped
the
red
cloth
in
front
of
us
,
and
our
souls
sped
round
and
round
with
Coralie
,
leaping
with
her
,
prone
with
her
,
swung
by
mane
or
tail
with
her
.
It
was
not
only
the
ravishment
of
her
delirious
feats
,
nor
her
cream
coloured
horse
of
fairy
breed
,
long
-
tailed
,
roe
-
footed
,
an
enchanted
prince
surely
,
if
ever
there
was
one
!
It
was
her
more
than
mortal
beauty
—
displayed
,
too
,
under
conditions
never
vouchsafed
to
us
before
—
that
held
us
spell
-
bound
.
What
princess
had
arms
so
dazzlingly
white
,
or
went
delicately
clothed
in
such
pink
and
spangles
?
Hitherto
we
had
known
the
outward
woman
as
but
a
drab
thing
,
hour
-
glass
shaped
,
nearly
legless
,
bunched
here
,
constricted
there
;
slow
of
movement
,
and
given
to
deprecating
lusty
action
of
limb
.
Here
was
a
revelation
!
From
henceforth
our
imaginations
would
have
to
be
revised
and
corrected
up
to
date
.
In
one
of
those
swift
rushes
the
mind
makes
in
high
-
strung
moments
,
I
saw
myself
and
Coralie
,
close
enfolded
,
pacing
the
world
together
,
o
’
er
hill
and
plain
,
through
storied
cities
,
past
rows
of
applauding
relations
,
—
I
in
my
Sunday
knickerbockers
,
she
in
her
pink
and
spangles
.
Summers
sicken
,
flowers
fail
and
die
,
all
beauty
but
rides
round
the
ring
and
out
at
the
portal
;
even
so
Coralie
passed
in
her
turn
,
poised
sideways
,
panting
,
on
her
steed
;
lightly
swayed
as
a
tulip
-
bloom
,
bowing
on
this
side
and
on
that
as
she
disappeared
;
and
with
her
went
my
heart
and
my
soul
,
and
all
the
light
and
the
glory
and
the
entrancement
of
the
scene
.
Harold
woke
up
with
a
gasp
.
“
Wasn
’
t
she
beautiful
?
”
he
said
,
in
quite
a
subdued
way
for
him
.
I
felt
a
momentary
pang
.
We
had
been
friendly
rivals
before
,
in
many
an
exploit
;
but
here
was
altogether
a
more
serious
affair
.
Was
this
,
then
,
to
be
the
beginning
of
strife
and
coldness
,
of
civil
war
on
the
hearthstone
and
the
sundering
of
old
ties
?
Then
I
recollected
the
true
position
of
things
,
and
felt
very
sorry
for
Harold
;
for
it
was
inexorably
written
that
he
would
have
to
give
way
to
me
,
since
I
was
the
elder
.
Rules
were
not
made
for
nothing
,
in
a
sensibly
constructed
universe
.
There
was
little
more
to
wait
for
,
now
Coralie
had
gone
;
yet
I
lingered
still
,
on
the
chance
of
her
appearing
again
.
Next
moment
the
clown
tripped
up
and
fell
flat
,
with
magnificent
artifice
,
and
at
once
fresh
emotions
began
to
stir
.
Love
had
endured
its
little
hour
,
and
stern
ambition
now
asserted
itself
.
Oh
,
to
be
a
splendid
fellow
like
this
,
self
-
contained
,
ready
of
speech
,
agile
beyond
conception
,
braving
the
forces
of
society
,
his
hand
against
everyone
,
yet
always
getting
the
best
of
it
!
What
freshness
of
humour
,
what
courtesy
to
dames
,
what
triumphant
ability
to
discomfit
rivals
,
frock
-
coated
and
moustached
though
they
might
be
!
And
what
a
grand
,
self
-
confident
straddle
of
the
legs
!
Who
could
desire
a
finer
career
than
to
go
through
life
thus
gorgeously
equipped
!
Success
was
his
key
-
note
,
adroitness
his
panoply
,
and
the
mellow
music
of
laughter
his
instant
reward
.
Even
Coralie
’
s
image
wavered
and
receded
.
I
would
come
back
to
her
in
the
evening
,
of
course
;
but
I
would
be
a
clown
all
the
working
hours
of
the
day
.
The
short
interval
was
ended
:
the
band
,
with
long
-
drawn
chords
,
sounded
a
prelude
touched
with
significance
;
and
the
programme
,
in
letters
overtopping
their
fellows
,
proclaimed
Zephyrine
,
the
Bride
of
the
Desert
,
in
her
unequalled
bareback
equestrian
interlude
.
So
sated
was
I
already
with
beauty
and
with
wit
,
that
I
hardly
dared
hope
for
a
fresh
emotion
.
Yet
her
title
was
tinged
with
romance
,
and
Coralie
’
s
display
had
aroused
in
me
an
interest
in
her
sex
which
even
herself
had
failed
to
satisfy
entirely
.
Brayed
in
by
trumpets
,
Zephyrine
swung
passionately
into
the
arena
.
With
a
bound
she
stood
erect
,
one
foot
upon
each
of
her
supple
,
plunging
Arabs
;
and
at
once
I
knew
that
my
fate
was
sealed
,
my
chapter
closed
,
and
the
Bride
of
the
Desert
was
the
one
bride
for
me
.
Black
was
her
raiment
,
great
silver
stars
shone
through
it
,
caught
in
the
dusky
twilight
of
her
gauze
;
black
as
her
own
hair
were
the
two
mighty
steeds
she
bestrode
.
In
a
tempest
they
thundered
by
,
in
a
whirlwind
,
a
scirocco
of
tan
;
her
cheeks
bore
the
kiss
of
an
Eastern
sun
,
and
the
sand
-
storms
of
her
native
desert
were
her
satellites
.
What
was
Coralie
,
with
her
pink
silk
,
her
golden
hair
and
slender
limbs
,
beside
this
magnificent
,
full
-
figured
Cleopatra
?
In
a
twinkling
we
were
scouring
the
desert
—
she
and
I
and
the
two
coal
-
black
horses
.
Side
by
side
,
keeping
pace
in
our
swinging
gallop
,
we
distanced
the
ostrich
,
we
outstrode
the
zebra
;
and
,
as
we
went
,
it
seemed
the
wilderness
blossomed
like
the
rose
.
