The Girl With The Glass Heart: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Nothing, no one is worth this; then hating herself and pitying him she half falls, half extends herself over him, guarding him. She is now perhaps a tree, a vine, anything that is wet with life, unsatisfied. The flute permits an arm to rise slowly; the oboe floats the torso backwards; the strings free her entirely and she leaps, once, twice, three times. The basses nudge the imaginary form beneath her into movement. He stirs, turns toward her. She stops, afraid of what she has done, but he is alive now; there is no going back. She moves away from him in heavy steps as he advances. She no longer recognizes him. The tympany mutters and growls rhythmically. She has made him. They no longer have any relationship to each other. They are separate; no longer perfect. The music stopped, the needle scraping harshly on the record. Elly lowered herself from her toes with a sigh. She touched her bosom. The leotard was wringing wet. She was exhausted. Dancing took so much out of her, but it was, in the main, what made the difference between going to school at Crofts, near home, and the excitement and fantastic froth of living that her first year at Vernon had been.
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