Paulina snatched a handful of crusts and made ne escape from the tent, eating slowly, for the bread was very stale. Outside on the pitch the wagon doors were still shut fast and no one stirred. She paused byNu^ van and reflected without emotion that she looked upon it for the last time; those red wheels, picked out in gilt had borne her for six months along the winding roads of many strange and distant lands; now she had aone with them and they with her. She recollected, still munching, how badly the wagon had jolted, shaking her so tha at night she could not sleep; she recollected1 how cold they had been in the Carpathians, when she had waked every morning to find the water frozen in their basins, so that there had been no hot tea, and Nurdo had sworn at her And yet sometimes, she reflected, the van had been pleasant enough. She remembered howinwarmweath Nurdo had rigged up an awmng over the little porch, so that it had been delightful to sit there between shows, idly dreaming, watching in the distance the duskyftrgroves of a German forest or the vivid sky-washed mirror
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Since she left Kennington she had seen much beauty and some ugliness; she had tramped the world with nomads collected from all the four corners o the ear and had been the slave of a juggler who valued her it seemed, not at all, certainly not so much as his comrade of the ring valued their performing animals.
Now it was finished, and when the circus passed on to the next town she would be left behind. Everything eïse would be the same in Ghent; even Nurdo wonld not miK her very mueh, sinee he eoold perfectly well g.ve his performance without her, and the gay glittermg swarm of other "acts" would, she knew, have forgotten m a few davs that Lina the dancer had ever existed as a part, however insignificant, of their complicated circus machine.