The clatter of this business was loud and bewilderingly rapid, like the gallop of a thousand horses.
In a remote corner a band of mandolins and guitars played the long, sweeping, mad melody of a Spanish waltz.

It seemed to go tingling to the hearts of many of the diners.

Their eyes glittered with enthusiasm, with abandon, with deviltry.

They swung their heads from side to side in rhythmic movement.

High in air curled the smoke from the innumerable cigarettes.