Baron Buttlär led his wife out to dance, but only after she resisted for a moment: "But Buttlär, aren't we the old folk?" Hilmar danced with Lolo, and Wedig, so red-faced and excited that it looked as if he were on the verge of tears, asked Doralice for a dance. Hair twirled there in the open space; red, gently trembling light penetrated through the trees and flooded over them. Behind the birches, though, something seemed to be burning, it was the sea glittering in the sunset.
-Eduard von Keyserling
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