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Vaiiti! Vaiiti! How gracefully you could enter into your merrymaking! The laughter in your voices, the gardenia blossoms in your hair, the bright colors of your dresses, all seemed replete with your spirit of festival! You played like children, and you wept like children; and one only needed to abandon himself to laughter, and to tears, for you to accept him unreservedly!
To-night many lanterns twinkled in the breadfruit grove before Le Palais des Beaux-Arts Cinématographique, glossing the great fluted leaves overhead and the carpet of grass under our feet. Beyond the groves, the Palais, stark and weather-worn in the half-light, fitted perfectly against the background of starlit sky, mountains, and shadows.