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Chapter 9

           Awaltzimmediatelybeganandontheorgan,inalittledrawingroom,dancersthesizeofafinger,womeninpinkturbans,Tyroliansinjackets,monkeysinfrockcoats,gentlemeninknee-breeches,turnedandturnedbetweenthesofas,theconsoles,multipliedinthebitsoflookingglassheldtogetherattheircornersbyapieceofgoldpaper.Themanturnedhishandle,lookingtotherightandleft,andupatthewindows.Nowandagain,whileheshotoutalongsquirtofbrownsalivaagainstthemilestone,withhiskneeraisedhisinstrument,whosehardstrapstiredhisshoulder;andnow,dolefulanddrawling,orgayandhurried,themusicescapedfromthebox,droningthroughacurtainofpinktaffetaunderabrassclawinarabesque.Theywereairsplayedinotherplacesatthetheatres,sungindrawingrooms,dancedtoatnightunderlightedlustres,echoesoftheworldthatreachedeventoEmma.Endlesssarabandsranthroughherhead,and,likeanIndiandancinggirlontheflowersofacarpet,herthoughtsleaptwiththenotes,swungfromdreamtodream,fromsadnesstosadness.Whenthemanhadcaughtsomecoppersinhiscap,hedrewdownanoldcoverofbluecloth,hitchedhisorganontohisback,andwentoffwithaheavytread.Shewatchedhimgoing.

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