[Ramuntcho by Pierre Loti]@TWC D-Link bookRamuntcho CHAPTER V 5/5
They walked in short steps and at random toward the church, in the soft obscurity which the lanterns troubled no longer, intoxicated by their innocent contact and by feeling that they were walking together in the path where no one had followed them-- But the noise of the brass instruments suddenly arose anew, in a sort of slow waltz, oddly rhythmic.
And the two children, at the fandango's appeal, without having consulted each other, and as if it was a compulsory thing which may not be disputed, ran, not to lose a moment, toward the place where the couples were dancing.
Quickly, quickly placing themselves opposite each other, they began again to swing in measure, without talking to each other, with the same pretty gestures of their arms, the same supple motions of their hips.
From time to time, without loss of step or distance, both ran, in a direct line like arrows.
But this was only an habitual variation of the dance,--and, ever in measure, quickly, as if they were gliding, they returned to their starting point. Gracieuse had in dancing the same passionate ardor as in praying at the white chapels,--the same ardor which later doubtless, she would have in embracing Ramuntcho when caresses between them would not be forbidden. And at moments, at every fifth or sixth measure, at the same time as her light and strong partner, she turned round completely, the bust bent with Spanish grace, the head thrown backward, the lips half open on the whiteness of the teeth, a distinguished and proud grace disengaging itself from her little personality, still so mysterious, which to Ramuntcho only revealed itself a little. During all this beautiful evening of November, they danced before each other, mute and charming, with intervals of promenade in which they hardly talked--intoxicated in silence by the delicious thought with which their minds were filled. And, until the curfew rang in the church, this dance under the branches of autumn, these little lanterns, this little festival in this corner closed to the world, threw a little light and joyful noise into the vast night which the mountains, standing everywhere like giants of shadow, made more dumb and more black..
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