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In
place
of
the
curved
sofa
she
had
liked
so
much
was
a
hard
bench
that
was
none
too
comfortable
.
She
sat
upon
it
with
as
good
grace
as
possible
,
wishing
her
skirts
were
in
such
condition
that
she
could
dance
.
It
would
be
so
good
to
dance
again
.
But
,
of
course
,
she
could
do
more
with
Frank
in
this
sequestered
alcove
than
in
a
breathless
reel
and
she
could
listen
fascinated
to
his
talk
and
encourage
him
to
greater
flights
of
foolishness
.
But
the
music
certainly
was
inviting
.
Her
slipper
patted
longingly
in
time
with
old
Levi
's
large
splayed
foot
as
he
twanged
a
strident
banjo
and
called
the
figures
of
the
reel
.
Feet
swished
and
scraped
and
patted
as
the
twin
lines
danced
toward
each
other
,
retreated
,
whirled
and
made
arches
of
their
arms
.
"
'
Ole
Dan
Tucker
he
got
drunk
--
'
(
Swing
yo
'
padners
!
)
'
Fell
in
de
fiah
'
an
'
he
kick
up
a
chunk
!
'
(
Skip
light
,
ladies
!
)
"
After
the
dull
and
exhausting
months
at
Tara
it
was
good
to
hear
music
again
and
the
sound
of
dancing
feet
,
good
to
see
familiar
friendly
faces
laughing
in
the
feeble
light
,
calling
old
jokes
and
catchwords
,
bantering
,
rallying
,
coquetting
.
It
was
like
coming
to
life
again
after
being
dead
.
It
almost
seemed
that
the
bright
days
of
five
years
ago
had
come
back
again
.
If
she
could
close
her
eyes
and
not
see
the
worn
made-over
dresses
and
the
patched
boots
and
mended
slippers
,
if
her
mind
did
not
call
up
the
faces
of
boys
missing
from
the
reel
,
she
might
almost
think
that
nothing
had
changed
.
But
as
she
looked
,
watching
the
old
men
grouped
about
the
decanter
in
the
dining
room
,
the
matrons
lining
the
walls
,
talking
behind
fanless
hands
,
and
the
swaying
,
skipping
young
dancers
,
it
came
to
her
suddenly
,
coldly
,
frighteningly
that
it
was
all
as
greatly
changed
as
if
these
familiar
figures
were
ghosts
.
They
looked
the
same
but
they
were
different
.
What
was
it
?
Was
it
only
that
they
were
five
years
older
?
No
,
it
was
something
more
than
the
passing
of
time
.
Something
had
gone
out
of
them
,
out
of
their
world
.
Five
years
ago
,
a
feeling
of
security
had
wrapped
them
all
around
so
gently
they
were
not
even
aware
of
it
.
In
its
shelter
they
had
flowered
.
Now
it
was
gone
and
with
it
had
gone
the
old
thrill
,
the
old
sense
of
something
delightful
and
exciting
just
around
the
corner
,
the
old
glamor
of
their
way
of
living
.
