"They do it in so many
different ways, don't you know." I proceeded to point out couple
after couple, commenting upon their peculiar manner and the
special expression of their faces. One man was seemingly about to
hurl his partner at somebody. Another man was eying other women
over the shoulder of the one with whom he danced, apparently his
wife. One woman was clinging to her partner with all her might,
while her half-shut eyes and half-opened mouth seemed to say,
"My, isn't it sweet!"
Miss Lazar greeted my observations with bursts of merry approval.
Encouraged by this and full of mischief and malice, I made her
watch a man with tapering white side-whiskers and watery eyes
who was staring at the bare bust of a fat woman
"You had better look out, for his watery eyes will soon be on you."
Miss Lazar lowered her head and burst into a confused giggle
"You're a holy terror," she declared.
I was tempted to take her out into the night and hug and kiss her
and tell her that she was a nuisance, but the fear of a
breach-of-promise suit held me in leash
I rose to go.
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