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At
intervals
a
couple
would
approach
the
doorway
for
air
,
and
the
haze
no
longer
veiling
their
features
,
the
demigods
resolved
themselves
into
the
homely
personalities
of
her
own
next
-
door
neighbours
.
Could
Trantridge
in
two
or
three
short
hours
have
metamorphosed
itself
thus
madly
!
Some
Sileni
of
the
throng
sat
on
benches
and
hay
-
trusses
by
the
wall
;
and
one
of
them
recognized
her
.
“
The
maids
don
’
t
think
it
respectable
to
dance
at
The
Flower
-
de
-
Luce
,
”
he
explained
.
“
They
don
’
t
like
to
let
everybody
see
which
be
their
fancy
-
men
.
Besides
,
the
house
sometimes
shuts
up
just
when
their
jints
begin
to
get
greased
.
So
we
come
here
and
send
out
for
liquor
.
”
“
But
when
be
any
of
you
going
home
?
”
asked
Tess
with
some
anxiety
.
“
Now
—
a
’
most
directly
.
This
is
all
but
the
last
jig
.
”
She
waited
.
The
reel
drew
to
a
close
,
and
some
of
the
party
were
in
the
mind
of
starting
.
But
others
would
not
,
and
another
dance
was
formed
.
This
surely
would
end
it
,
thought
Tess
.
But
it
merged
in
yet
another
.
She
became
restless
and
uneasy
;
yet
,
having
waited
so
long
,
it
was
necessary
to
wait
longer
;
on
account
of
the
fair
the
roads
were
dotted
with
roving
characters
of
possibly
ill
intent
;
and
,
though
not
fearful
of
measurable
dangers
,
she
feared
the
unknown
.
Had
she
been
near
Marlott
she
would
have
had
less
dread
.
“
Don
’
t
ye
be
nervous
,
my
dear
good
soul
,
”
expostulated
,
between
his
coughs
,
a
young
man
with
a
wet
face
,
and
his
straw
hat
so
far
back
upon
his
head
that
the
brim
encircled
it
like
the
nimbus
of
a
saint
.
“
What
’
s
yer
hurry
?
Tomorrow
is
Sunday
,
thank
God
,
and
we
can
sleep
it
off
in
church
-
time
.
Now
,
have
a
turn
with
me
?
”
She
did
not
abhor
dancing
,
but
she
was
not
going
to
dance
here
.
The
movement
grew
more
passionate
:
the
fiddlers
behind
the
luminous
pillar
of
cloud
now
and
then
varied
the
air
by
playing
on
the
wrong
side
of
the
bridge
or
with
the
back
of
the
bow
.
But
it
did
not
matter
;
the
panting
shapes
spun
onwards
.
They
did
not
vary
their
partners
if
their
inclination
were
to
stick
to
previous
ones
.
