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The girl slipped during the last few steps of her furious dance in the roughly built _café chantant_ at Garoupe, and would have fallen from the slightly raised platform into the scanty row of chairs below, but for the promptness of a man seated there alone, who rose swiftly to his feet and caught her in his arms. She lay there for a moment or two, panting, an epitome of abandon in her tumbled skirts, her mass of disarranged black hair, and the trembling of her passion-riven body. The man gazed down at her in amazement.
"It is without a doubt the little Tanya!" he exclaimed.