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She had danced her Tarantella, and it had been a tremendous success, as it deserved--although possibly the performance was a trifle too realistic--a little more so, I mean, than was strictly compatible with the limitations of art.
But what would my assurances have been worth against yours?
The pupils bowed ceremoniously, and Sara made a little curtsy, and then they sat down and looked at each other again.
Sara looked at her still more steadily, but with a sort of understanding in her eyes.
