” “Touch you I mean?” She looked around. His bravado waxed and he asked her to what would be her first date in nearly twenty years. The signal of distress was evidently understood. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. A brief calm succeeded. “It’s—private.
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