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“
Will
you
dance
with
me
?
”
“
It
would
be
a
great
change
for
me
;
but
will
it
not
seem
strange
?
”
“
What
strangeness
can
there
be
in
relations
dancing
together
?
”
“
Ah
—
yes
,
relations
.
Perhaps
none
.
”
“
Still
,
if
you
don
’
t
like
to
be
seen
,
pull
down
your
veil
;
though
there
is
not
much
risk
of
being
known
by
this
light
.
Lots
of
strangers
are
here
.
”
She
did
as
he
suggested
;
and
the
act
was
a
tacit
acknowledgment
that
she
accepted
his
offer
.
Wildeve
gave
her
his
arm
and
took
her
down
on
the
outside
of
the
ring
to
the
bottom
of
the
dance
,
which
they
entered
.
In
two
minutes
more
they
were
involved
in
the
figure
and
began
working
their
way
upwards
to
the
top
.
Till
they
had
advanced
halfway
thither
Eustacia
wished
more
than
once
that
she
had
not
yielded
to
his
request
;
from
the
middle
to
the
top
she
felt
that
,
since
she
had
come
out
to
seek
pleasure
,
she
was
only
doing
a
natural
thing
to
obtain
it
.
Fairly
launched
into
the
ceaseless
glides
and
whirls
which
their
new
position
as
top
couple
opened
up
to
them
,
Eustacia
’
s
pulses
began
to
move
too
quickly
for
long
rumination
of
any
kind
.
Through
the
length
of
five
-
and
-
twenty
couples
they
threaded
their
giddy
way
,
and
a
new
vitality
entered
her
form
.
The
pale
ray
of
evening
lent
a
fascination
to
the
experience
.
There
is
a
certain
degree
and
tone
of
light
which
tends
to
disturb
the
equilibrium
of
the
senses
,
and
to
promote
dangerously
the
tenderer
moods
;
added
to
movement
,
it
drives
the
emotions
to
rankness
,
the
reason
becoming
sleepy
and
unperceiving
in
inverse
proportion
;
and
this
light
fell
now
upon
these
two
from
the
disc
of
the
moon
.
All
the
dancing
girls
felt
the
symptoms
,
but
Eustacia
most
of
all
.
The
grass
under
their
feet
became
trodden
away
,
and
the
hard
,
beaten
surface
of
the
sod
,
when
viewed
aslant
towards
the
moonlight
,
shone
like
a
polished
table
.
The
air
became
quite
still
,
the
flag
above
the
wagon
which
held
the
musicians
clung
to
the
pole
,
and
the
players
appeared
only
in
outline
against
the
sky
;
except
when
the
circular
mouths
of
the
trombone
,
ophicleide
,
and
French
horn
gleamed
out
like
huge
eyes
from
the
shade
of
their
figures
.
The
pretty
dresses
of
the
maids
lost
their
subtler
day
colours
and
showed
more
or
less
of
a
misty
white
.
Eustacia
floated
round
and
round
on
Wildeve
’
s
arm
,
her
face
rapt
and
statuesque
;
her
soul
had
passed
away
from
and
forgotten
her
features
,
which
were
left
empty
and
quiescent
,
as
they
always
are
when
feeling
goes
beyond
their
register
.
How
near
she
was
to
Wildeve
!
it
was
terrible
to
think
of
.
