"
"Ha--ha--ha; I may have envied you some of your beaux before now; I
dare say I have. But I certainly do not envy you Sir Rue." And then
she went off to her partner.
All this was too much for Marian's weak strength, and before long she
was again whirling round with Captain Ewing. "Come, Miss Leslie,"
said he, "let us see what we can do. Graham and Julia Davis have
been saying that your waltzing days are over, but I think we can put
them down."
Marian as she got up, and raised her arm in order that Ewing might
put his round her waist, caught Maurice's eye as he leaned against a
wall, and read in it a stern rebuke. "This is too bad," she said to
herself. "He shall not make a slave of me, at any rate as yet." And
away she went as madly, more madly than ever, and for the rest of the
evening she danced with Captain Ewing and with him alone.
There is an intoxication quite distinct from that which comes from
strong drink. When the judgment is altogether overcome by the
spirits this species of drunkenness comes on, and in this way Marian
Leslie was drunk that night.
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