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Her heart rang to the words She walked in her pride And her

battle was her own Lord's, her husband was delivered over

In these days she was oblivious of hiainst her? No, he was not even the Philistine, the Giant He

was like Saul proclaihed in her

heart Who was he, proclaihed in her

heart with pride

And she had to dance in exultation beyond him Because he was

in the house, she had to dance before her Creator in exemption

from the man On a Saturday afternoon, when she had a fire in

the bedroo

her knees and her hands in a slow, rhyth He was in

the house, so her pride was fiercer She would dance his

nullification, she would dance to her unseen Lord She was

exalted over hi up the stairs, and she flinched She

stood with the firelight on her ankles and feet, naked in the

shadowy, late afternoon, fastening up her hair He was startled

He stood in the doorway, his brows black and lowering

"What are you doing?" he said, gratingly "You'll catch a

cold"

And she lifted her hands and danced again, to annul hilanced on her knees as she made her slow, fine ht He stood

away near the door in blackness of shadoatching, transfixed

And with slow, heavy movements she swayed backwards and