The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. "You will learn anon. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle.
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