Oh, the hours of deadly weariness before that frozen oval ring, watching the white circle of balancing human monkeys gliding by on runners to the sound of an organ!.

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Her daughter would pass and repass before her tired eyes, rosy from the exercise, spirals of hair escaped from her hat, streaming out behind, the folds of her skirt swinging above her skates--handsome, athletic and Amazonian, with the rude health of a child who, according to her father, "had been weaned on beefsteaks." Finally Dona Luisa rebelled against this troublesome vigilance, preferring to accompany her husband on his hunt for underpriced riches.
Chichi went to the skating rink with one of the dark-skinned maids, passing the afternoons with her sporty friends of the new world.
Together they ventilated their ideas under the glare of the easy life of Paris, freed from the scruples and conventions of their native land.
They all thought themselves older than they were, delighting to discover in each other unsuspected charms.

The change from the other hemisphere had altered their sense of values.