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gottakenupalongwithitthattheremighthavebeenascavenger
inthestreet,ifanybodyacquaintedwithitcouldhavebelievedin
suchamiraculouspresence.
Ashrillsoundoflaughterandofamusedvoicesvoicesofmen,
women,andchildrenresoundedinthestreetwhilethiswine
gamelasted.Therewaslittleroughnessinthesport,andmuch
playfulness.Therewasaspecialcompanionshipinit,and
observableinclinationonthepartofeveryonetojoinsomeother
one,whichled,especiallyamongtheluckierorlighter-hearted,to
frolicsomeembraces,drinkingofhealths,shakingofhands,and
evenjoiningofhandsanddancing,adozentogether.Whenthe
winewasgone,andtheplaceswhereithadbeenmostabundant
wererakedintoagridiron-patternbyfingers,these
demonstrationsceased,assuddenlyastheyhadbrokenout.The
manwhohadlefthissawstickinginthefirewoodhewascutting,
setitinmotionagainthewomanwhohadleftonadoor-step