She knew the feeling and knew its symptoms, and recognized them in Anna – she saw the quivering light flashing in her eyes, the smile of happiness and elation that involuntarily curled her lips, and the graceful precision, the exactitude and lightness, of her movements.
Ana estaba ebria del licor del entusiasmo; Kitty lo veía en el fuego que, al bailar, se encendía en sus ojos, en su sonrisa feliz y alegre, que rasgaba ligeramente su boca, en la gracia, la seguridad y la ligereza de sus movimientos.