Melusine glanced at the walls as she sped down the four flights of stairs, and noted with relief that some paintings remained. 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. " The walls were covered with racks of loaded rifles. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer.
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