shame, disappointment and remorse, have wept over them. And if you seem to feel the floor swaying as we dance, that is because it trembles under the hatred of millions."
She had spoken with her customary repose, and with a friendly bow she disappeared into the salon.
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The Count remained rooted to the spot. He cast a glance over the crowd outside. It was a sight he had often seen, and he had made sundry more or less trivial witticisms about the "many-headed monster." But to-night it struck him for the first time that this monster was, after all, the most unpleasant neighbour for a palace one could possibly imagine.
Strange and disturbing thoughts whirled in the brain of Monsieur le Comte, where they found plenty of space to gyrate. He was entirely thrown off his balance, and it was not till after the next polka that his placidity returned.
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