They spun on the left foot, and kept themselves going by passing the right rapidly before it and digging it against the waxed floor.

Some of them made incredible "time." Most of them spun around forty times in a minute, and one artist averaged about sixty-one times a minute, and kept it up during the whole twenty-five.

His robe filled with air and stood out all around him like a balloon.
They made no noise of any kind, and most of them tilted their heads back and closed their eyes, entranced with a sort of devotional ecstacy.
There was a rude kind of music, part of the time, but the musicians were not visible.

None but spinners were allowed within the circle.

A man had to either spin or stay outside.