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  <title>Comments on 'The Quadrille'</title>
  <subtitle>Just then the band resumed their places and began playing a quadrille. It was a lively dance, and I always enjoyed watching watching couples performing it. 

Men and women, both young and old, began taking the floor. 
&amp;quot;Are you sure you don't dance, Miss Delacourt?&amp;quot; Lord Windham asked. &amp;quot;Your feet seem to be suggesting the opposite.&amp;quot; 

It was true, I was tapping my feet in tune with the beat. But I couldn't resist - the music was that infectious.

Before I knew what was happening, he was bending over me, his hand outstretched. &amp;quot;Come, let us cement our new friendship. Come dance with me.&amp;quot;

Just then Isabelle and de Grave were passing us, heading towards the dance floor. &amp;quot;Lord Windham, Samantha's dance card is empty. And I happen to know that Samantha is a genius when it comes to the quadrille. She's the one who taught me how to dance it!&amp;quot; I frowned at my traitorous cousin. She'd be regretting this later.

But Lord Windham took my hand firmly. &amp;quot;Alas, you've been discovered,&amp;quot; he said, as he helped me to my feet.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-24T07:18:20Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Quadrille</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;enjoyed watching watching couples&amp;#8221; should have only one &amp;#8220;watching&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-24T07:18:20Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>PyroPunk 51 (PPP LoA)</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Quadrille</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She has been discovered&amp;#8230;ah, onto the sequel! Let&amp;#8217;s see what Samantha can do! : )&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-03T18:01:20Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>NightMaiden</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Quadrille</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Great line about her cousin regretting it later.  Nicely done nudging the two of them out to the dance floor without resorting to her being uncharacteristically eager to do so.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-03T22:37:08Z</published>
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      <name>THX 0477</name>
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