Even the aspect of Marshall Elliott , with his long beard and hair , could not spoil the picture . On the contrary , it seemed to enhance it . Marshall Elliott looked like a Viking of elder days , dancing with one of the blue-eyed , golden-haired daughters of the Northland . `` The purtiest dancing I ever saw , and I 've seen some in my time , '' declared Captain Jim , when at last the bow fell from his tired hand . Leslie dropped into her chair , laughing , breathless . `` I love dancing , '' she said apart to Anne . `` I have n't danced since I was sixteen -- but I love it . The music seems to run through my veins like quicksilver and I forget everything -- everything -- except the delight of keeping time to it . There is n't any floor beneath me , or walls about me , or roof over me -- I 'm floating amid the stars . '' Captain Jim hung his fiddle up in its place , beside a large frame enclosing several banknotes . `` Is there anybody else of your acquaintance who can afford to hang his walls with banknotes for pictures ? '' he asked . `` There 's twenty ten-dollar notes there , not worth the glass over them . They 're old Bank of P. E. Island notes . Had them by me when the bank failed , and I had 'em framed and hung up , partly as a reminder not to put your trust in banks , and partly to give me a real luxurious , millionairy feeling . Hullo , Matey , do n't be scared . You can come back now . The music and revelry is over for tonight . The old year has just another hour to stay with us . I 've seen seventy-six New Years come in over that gulf yonder , Mistress Blythe . ''
`` You 'll see a hundred , '' said Marshall XXXXX .
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