Rezanov by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton
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"Certainly, Excellency. Are you not the guest of honor?" She motioned to the Indian musicians, fiddles and guitars fairly leaped to position, and in a mo- ment Rezanov enjoyed the novel delusion of en- circling a girl's floating wraith. "We can waltz, you see! Are you not sur- prised?" "It is but one accomplishment the more. I feared a preference for your native dances, but ventured to hope you would teach me." "They are easy to learn. You will watch us dance the contra-danza after this." "With whom do you dance it?" Her black eyelashes were very thick; he barely caught the glance she shot him. "The Russian bear growls," she said lightly. "Did you expect to dance every dance with me?" "I came for no other purpose." "You would have several duels to fight to-mor- |
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