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ery. The spectators were one and all intent. Teresa glanced round, and saw eyes gleaming with sudden wakefulness. Even Mr. Kerr was awake. Page leaned forward.
"By Jove, you know, they really have struck something—they really have!" he whispered, his gaze on the swaying figure. Crayven said nothing, but she thought she saw a faint smile on his lips. Basil sat nearest to the dancer; his face was more lit up. It was animated by the wine he had drunk, by energetic talk; and now by a decided feeling for the plastic figure before him. Teresa watched him, forgetting the others.
