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She went out an hour later, her thoughts waltzing and eddying like the / sunlit dust which the wind kept whirling round the corners in spasmodic / gusts. Everything in her mind was hot and cold, and beating and blowing / about, like the weather on that dancing draughty day; the very pavement / of the familiar streets, and the angles of the buildings, seemed to / be spinning with the rest, as if the heaviest substances had suddenly / grown imponderable.
"It must," she thought, "be a little like the way the gravestones will / behave on the Day of Judgment."