But, weak as they are in the long run of everything but the affections (and there giants), they are all overpowering while their gallop lasts.

Fragilla shall dance any two of you flat on the floor before four o'clock, and then dance on till the peep of day.
Only you trundle off to your business as usual, and could dance again the next night, and so on through countless ages.
She who danced you into nothing is in bed, a human jelly tipped with headache.
What did Josephine say to Rose one day?
"I am tired of saying 'No! no! no! no! no!' forever and ever to him I love." But this was not all.

She was not free from self-reproach.

Camille's faith in her had stood firm.

Hers in him had not.