Every look was fixed upon her, every mouth was open in the circle about her, and, indeed while she danced to the sound of the tambourine which her two round and delicate arms lifted above her head – slender, fragile, active as a wasp – with her golden girdle without a fold – her skirt of varied colours, swelling below her slender waist, giving momentary glimpses of her fine-formed legs – her round bared shoulders – her black hair and sparkling eyes – she looked something more than human.
Victor Hugo, “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”
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