She was one of a bevy of girls and men. I watched her
get nearer and nearer to that shaft of light. When she was finally
swallowed up by the pavilion the lawn disappeared from my
consciousness. My thoughts were in the dance-hall, and a few
minutes later I was there in the flesh
It was a vast room and it was crowded. It was some time before I
located Miss Tevkin. The chaotic throng of dancers was a welter
of color and outline so superb, I thought, that it seemed as though
every face and figure in it were the consummation of youthful
beauty. However, as I contemplated the individual couples, in
quest of the girl who filled my thoughts, I met with disillusion
after disillusion. Then, after recovering from a sense of watching
a parade of uncomeliness, I began to discover figures or faces, or
both, that were decidedly charming, while here and there I came
upon a young woman of singular beauty. The number of
good-looking women or women with expressive faces was
remarkably large, in fact. As I scanned the crowd for the third
time it seemed to me that the homely women looked cleverer than
the pretty ones.
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