but a
moment
before
seemed to
vanish
beneath
the
fantastic
weavings
of her
dances，the
archdeacon
now beheld
only the
red and
yellow
man；who，in
order to
earn an
honest
penny in
his
turn，was
parading
round the
circle，his
arms
akimbo，his
head
thrown
back，very
red in the
face，and
balancing
a chair
between
his
teeth.on
this chair
he had
fastened a
cat which
a woman in
the crowd
had lent
him，and
which was
swearing
with
fright.
