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　　With clashing of arms and shrill war-cries the rescuers of innocenceassailed the sooty fiends who fell before their unscientific blowswith a rapidity which inspired in the minds of beholders a suspicionthat the goblins' own voluminous tails tripped them up and gallantrykept them prostrate. As the last groan expired, the last agonizedsquirm subsided, the conquerors performed the intricate dance withwhich it appears the Amazons were wont to celebrate their victories.

　　Then the scene closed with a glare of red light and a "grandtableau" of the martial queen standing in a bower of lances, therescued princess gracefully fainting in her arms, and the vanquisheddemon scowling fiercely under her foot, while four-and-twentydishevelled damsels sang a song of exultation, to the barbaric musicof a tattoo on their shields,Moncler Outlet.

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　　It would be a pleasant task to paint the vicissitudes and victoriesof a successful actress; but Christie was no dramatic genius born toshine before the world and leave a name behind her. She had notalent except that which may be developed in any girl possessing thelively fancy, sympathetic nature, and ambitious spirit which makesuch girls naturally dramatic. This was to be only one of manyexperiences which were to show her her own weakness and strength,and through effort, pain, and disappointment fit her to play anobler part on a wider stage.

　　For a few weeks Christie's illusions lasted; then she discoveredthat the new life was nearly as humdrum as the old, that hercompanions were ordinary men and women, and her bright hopes weregrowing as dim as her tarnished shield. She grew unutterably wearyof "The Castle of the Sun," and found the "Demon's Daughter" anunmitigated bore. She was not tired of the profession, onlydissatisfied with the place she held in it, and eager to attempt apart that gave some scope for power and passion.

　　Mrs. Black wisely reminded her that she must learn to use her wingsbefore she tried to fly, and comforted her with stories ofcelebrities who had begun as she was beginning, yet who had suddenlyburst from their grub-like obscurity to adorn the world as splendidbutterflies.