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real somber personality only to assume his personality of the ring, that of the gay, care-free, skilful juggler. He smiled, his fixed artificial smile. Easily, gracefully, he tossed the whirling starry balls above his head, jumping and leaping, a gay and vivid figure.

She was relieved, and showed it by her dancing. She feit suddenly strong, exultant, capable of the most exacting feats. She soared upon her toes and feit that she could remain thus poised for many hours. When she sprang into the air she was a bird darting free and her fleet silver sandals were winged for flight. This energy, this joyous confidence, was more exhilarating than a heady wine. She thought, as she bowed to decorous and sedate applause:

"I have never danced so well before. Perhaps I never will again."

And she was puzzled, for the frenzy to excel that had been hers that night could not altogether be explained by Nurdo's return to common sense. He came back into the ring after her dance and finished his performance efficiently enough. Then they, in their turn, disappeared behind the red plush curtains. Their act was over: the elephants werc on. Nurdo's smile vanishcd as he walkc moodily past the lions' cages.

She asked him, timidly: "Are you hungry?^"

"I am going out for supper. Into the town."

"Shall I come?"

"No." . , ,

She thought that it was best to leave him, and waited about in the horse-tent until he should have changed and gone. Her feeling of triumph had vanished. She feit weary and dejected. She sat down on a bale of hay while the two Swedish equestrians, dazzling in their armor of gilded spangles, adjusted with much argument the girths of a vast piebald horse. Then she put on her shawl and