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"Go amongst them, Thais," said the monk. "Go! But I will not leave thee. I will go with thee to this banquet, and will remain by thy side without saying a word." She burst out laughing. And whilst her two black slaves were busy dressing her, she cried "What will they say when they see that I have a monk of the Thebaid for my lover?"
"I have never loved any one but you." Lollius replied "You are not like any other woman." The spell lasted six months, but it broke at last. Thais suddenly felt that her heart was empty and lonely. Lollius no longer seemed the same to her. She thought "What can have thus changed me in an instant? How is it that he is now like any other man, and no longer like himself?"
Him thou canst not see, because thy eyes are yet unworthy to behold Him; but soon thou shalt see Him in all His glorious splendour, and thou wilt say, 'He alone is to be adored. But now, if He had not placed His gentle hands before my eyes, O Thais, I should perhaps have fallen into sin with thee, for of myself I am but weak and sinful. But He saved us both.
Francis in the world, devoting her life to the care of the sick and the teaching of the poor. Later when a Dominican convent was established," I added, rising, "she became not only its first nun, but also its Mother Superior." "A romance that may well take a place with such world-famed love stories as those of Abèlard and Hèloïse; and Alexandre and Thäis.
For if in our whole lives, Paphnutius and I have pursued but one kind of pleasurable satisfaction, you in your life, dear Thais, have tasted diverse joys such as it is rarely given to the same person to know. I should really like to be for one hour, a saint like our dear friend Paphnutius. But that is not possible. Farewell, then, Thais!
Something about his momentary glance of recognition made Claude wonder whether he had particular associations with the air, melancholy, but beautiful, Claude thought. He got up and went over to change the record himself this time. He took out the disk, and holding it up to the light, read the inscription: "Meditation from Thais Violin solo David Gerhardt."
We track him, and presently we behold him seated at a table in this splendiferous hall of Terpsichore and Thaïs "opening wine" and purchasing blumen for a battle-scarred veteran who is telling him confidentially that she just got in that afternoon from her poor home in a little Bavarian village and that she feels so alone in this big, great city, with its lures and temptations, its snares and its pitfalls.
"Thais!" repeated the monk. She raised her head; a light breath came from her pale lips. "Is it thou, my father? . . . Dost thou remember the water of the spring, and the dates that we picked? . . . That day, my father, love was born in my heart the love of life eternal." She was silent, and her head fell back. Death was upon her, and the sweat of the last agony bedewed her forehead.
They are dearer to the good Lord God than the light of His eyes, because they are His guests, and they shall have for their portion the carpets of His house, and the pomegranates of His gardens." Ahmes often spoke in this strain, and thus taught the truth to Thais. She wondered, and said "I should like to eat the pomegranates of the good Lord." Ahmes replied
Better, O well-beloved mother, to give me your wrinkled hand, and bend your hollow cheeks to my lips." The face of Thais looked beautiful in its grief.
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