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A
daughter
of
the
gods
,
Devinely
tall
,
and
most
devinely
fair
,
"
was
all
the
satisfaction
she
got
,
however
.
The
set
in
which
they
found
themselves
was
composed
of
English
,
and
Amy
was
compelled
to
walk
decorously
through
a
cotillion
,
feeling
all
the
while
as
if
she
could
dance
the
tarantella
with
relish
.
Laurie
resigned
her
to
the
‘
nice
little
boy
’
,
and
went
to
do
his
duty
to
Flo
,
without
securing
Amy
for
the
joys
to
come
,
which
reprehensible
want
of
forethought
was
properly
punished
,
for
she
immediately
engaged
herself
till
supper
,
meaning
to
relent
if
he
then
gave
any
signs
penitence
.
She
showed
him
her
ball
book
with
demure
satisfaction
when
he
strolled
instead
of
rushed
up
to
claim
her
for
the
next
,
a
glorious
polka
redowa
.
But
his
polite
regrets
didn
’
t
impose
upon
her
,
and
when
she
galloped
away
with
the
Count
,
she
saw
Laurie
sit
down
by
her
aunt
with
an
actual
expression
of
relief
.
That
was
unpardonable
,
and
Amy
took
no
more
notice
of
him
for
a
long
while
,
except
a
word
now
and
then
when
she
came
to
her
chaperon
between
the
dances
for
a
necessary
pin
or
a
moment
’
s
rest
.
Her
anger
had
a
good
effect
,
however
,
for
she
hid
it
under
a
smiling
face
,
and
seemed
unusually
blithe
and
brilliant
.
Laurie
’
s
eyes
followed
her
with
pleasure
,
for
she
neither
romped
nor
sauntered
,
but
danced
with
spirit
and
grace
,
making
the
delightsome
pastime
what
it
should
be
.
He
very
naturally
fell
to
studying
her
from
this
new
point
of
view
,
and
before
the
evening
was
half
over
,
had
decided
that
‘
little
Amy
was
going
to
make
a
very
charming
woman
’
.
It
was
a
lively
scene
,
for
soon
the
spirit
of
the
social
season
took
possession
of
everyone
,
and
Christmas
merriment
made
all
faces
shine
,
hearts
happy
,
and
heels
light
.
The
musicians
fiddled
,
tooted
,
and
banged
as
if
they
enjoyed
it
,
everybody
danced
who
could
,
and
those
who
couldn
’
t
admired
their
neighbors
with
uncommon
warmth
.
The
air
was
dark
with
Davises
,
and
many
Joneses
gamboled
like
a
flock
of
young
giraffes
.
The
golden
secretary
darted
through
the
room
like
a
meteor
with
a
dashing
French
-
woman
who
carpeted
the
floor
with
her
pink
satin
train
.
The
serene
Teuton
found
the
supper
-
table
and
was
happy
,
eating
steadily
through
the
bill
of
fare
,
and
dismayed
the
garcons
by
the
ravages
he
committed
.
But
the
Emperor
’
s
friend
covered
himself
with
glory
,
for
he
danced
everything
,
whether
he
knew
it
or
not
,
and
introduced
impromptu
pirouettes
when
the
figures
bewildered
him
.
The
boyish
abandon
of
that
stout
man
was
charming
to
behold
,
for
though
he
‘
carried
weight
’
,
he
danced
like
an
India
-
rubber
ball
.
He
ran
,
he
flew
,
he
pranced
,
his
face
glowed
,
his
bald
head
shown
,
his
coattails
waved
wildly
,
his
pumps
actually
twinkled
in
the
air
,
and
when
the
music
stopped
,
he
wiped
the
drops
from
his
brow
,
and
beamed
upon
his
fellow
men
like
a
French
Pickwick
without
glasses
.
Amy
and
her
Pole
distinguished
themselves
by
equal
enthusiasm
but
more
graceful
agility
,
and
Laurie
found
himself
involuntarily
keeping
time
to
the
rhythmic
rise
and
fall
of
the
white
slippers
as
they
flew
by
as
indefatigably
as
if
winged
.
When
little
Vladimir
finally
relinquished
her
,
with
assurances
that
he
was
‘
desolated
to
leave
so
early
’
,
she
was
ready
to
rest
,
and
see
how
her
recreant
knight
had
borne
his
punishment
.
It
had
been
successful
,
for
at
three
-
and
-
twenty
,
blighted
affections
find
a
balm
in
friendly
society
,
and
young
nerves
will
thrill
,
young
blood
dance
,
and
healthy
young
spirits
rise
,
when
subjected
to
the
enchantment
of
beauty
,
light
,
music
,
and
motion
.
Laurie
had
a
waked
-
up
look
as
he
rose
to
give
her
his
seat
,
and
when
he
hurried
away
to
bring
her
some
supper
,
she
said
to
herself
,
with
a
satisfied
smile
,
"
Ah
,
I
thought
that
would
do
him
good
!
"
"
You
look
like
Balzac
’
s
‘
Femme
Peinte
Par
Elle
–
Meme
’
,
"
he
said
,
as
he
fanned
her
with
one
hand
and
held
her
coffee
cup
in
the
other
.
