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Dancing #31


They whirled as they danced, his back towards me, her hands tightly clutching his shirt; then her back faced me, his hands resting on her hips, his fingers moving as if they themselves orchestrated the quickening tempo of the music's cadence and rhythm. Now they danced close by, the next moment more distant; now shrouded in smoke, now - oh, that next moment shook me to the core! and I stared, disbelieving, as its image burned itself painfully into my soul!
But instantly they turned again, and I saw his smiling face enraptured by the whirl and gaiety of the night.

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