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WREATHED AND GIRDLED WITH FIRE 
them in gauze, she wreathes the animated flames in glowing necklaces, 
and rolls them around her waist in girdles of fire. The queens of the 
ball are crowned with an infernal diadem of living topazes, of throbbing 
emeralds, which flicker or gleam (through suffering or love ?). A 
brilliant but funereal decoration, of sinister magnetism, whose charm 
is enhanced by a sentiment of death. They dance; the waning flame 
associates its tender gleams with the languishing glances of a deep 
black eye. They dance; without end and without reason, without 
pity or remembrance of the amorous light dying and fading on their 
bosom, and having no power to say: “Replace me where you captured 
