"Beware! You met two travellers in the town Who promised you that they would take you down The valley far away To some strange carnival this summer's day. Take care, Lest in the crowded street They hurry past you with forgetting feet, And leave you standing there." VERA BRITTAIN From the crowded doorway to the piano at the other end of the room the surface of the floor stretched, golden, empty, alluring. Ladies in white trailing gowns, the mothers and aunts of other little girls at the party, drifted across it like swans on a lake. Their reflections floated after them, silver-white along the gold. When Muriel rubbed her foot against the floor she could feel with joy its polished slipperines…
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