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 skirtContinue reading “RKS French Literature: Esmerelda Dances (Victor Hugo)”
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