`` 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 Elliott . Captain Jim shook his head . `` No ; and I do n't want to -- at least , I think I do n't . Death grows friendlier as we grow older . Not that one of us really wants to die though , Marshall .
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