It is what foolish women always do!"
The sound of the music and the measured tread of feet in the lively
dances were now plainly heard in the pauses of their conversation.
They rose, and entered the ballroom. The music ceased, and
recommenced a new strain for the Intendant and his fair partner, and
for a time Angelique forgot her wrath in the delirious excitement of
the dance.
But in the dance her exuberance of spirits overflowed like a
fountain of intoxicating wine. She cared not for things past or
future in the ecstatic joy of the present.
Her voluptuous beauty, lissomeness, and grace of movement enthralled
all eyes with admiration, as she danced with the Intendant, who was
himself no mean votary of Terpsichore. A lock of her long golden
hair broke loose and streamed in wanton disorder over her shoulders;
but she heeded it not,--carried away by the spirit of the dance, and
the triumph of present possession of the courtly Intendant. Her
dainty feet flashed under her flying robe and scarcely seemed to
touch the floor as they kept time to the swift throbbings of the
music.
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