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"How nice you've come in good time," he said to her, embracing

her waist; "such a bad habit to be late." Bending her left hand,

she laid it on his shoulder, and her little feet in their pink

slippers began swiftly, lightly, and rhythmically moving over the

slippery floor in time to the music.

"It's a rest to waltz with you," he said to her, as they fell

into the first slow steps of the waltz. "It's exquisite-such

lightness, precision." He said to her the same thing he said to

almost all his partners whom he knew well.