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The show-woman had laid aside her velvet sack and appeared with
bare neck and arms. Over her shoulders hung a rattlesnake fifteen
feet long, while a smaller specimen curled from each hand. The
reptiles put their cold, triangular faces against hers, they
touched her lips, they squirmed around her; she tied their tails
together in elastic knots that soon undid; they reared their
heads above her black locks till she looked like a stage Medusa,
then laid themselves lovingly on her shoulder, and hissed at the
audience. Then she lay down on the stage and pillowed her head on
the writhing mass. She opened her black bag and took out a tiny
brown snake which she placidly transferred to her bosom; then
turned to a barrel into which she plunged her arm and drew out a
black, hissing coil of mingled heads and tails. Her keen,
goodnatured face looked cheerfully at the audience through it
all, and took away the feeling of disgust, and something of the
excitement of fear.
The lady and the pets retiring, Gerty's hour of glory came. She
hated singing and only half enjoyed character dancing, but in
posturing she was in her glory. Dressed in soiled tights that
showed every movement of her little body, she threw herself upon
the stage with a hand-spring, then kissed her hand to the
audience, and followed this by a back-somerset. Then she touched
her head by anslow effort to her heels; then turned away, put her
palms to the ground, raised her heels gradually in the air, and
in this inverted position kissed first one hand, then the other,
to the spectators. Then she crossed the stage in a series of
somersets, then rolled back like a wheel; then held a hoop in her
two hands and put her whole slender body through it, limb after
limb. Then appeared Monsieur Comstock. He threw a hand-spring and
gave her his feet to stand upon; she grasped them with her hands
and inverted herself, her feet pointing skyward. Then he resumed
the ordinary attitude of rational beings and she lay on her back
across his uplifted palms, which supported her neck and feet;
then she curled herself backward around his waist, almost
touching head and heels. Indeed, whatever the snakes had done to
Madam Delia, Gerty seemed possessed with a wish to do to Monsieur
Comstock, all but the kissing. Then that eminent foreigner
vanished, and the odors of his pipe came faintly through the
tattered curtain, while Anne entered to help Gerty in the higher
branches.
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