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And what I could see of Dian's cheek went suddenly from red to white. Immediately after we resumed the march, and though I realized that in some way I had offended Dian the Beautiful I could not prevail upon her to talk with me that I might learn wherein I had erred in fact I might quite as well have been addressing a sphinx for all the attention I got.
I was baffled for an explanation; but with the tarag gone I lost no time in hastening to Dian's side. With a little cry of delight she threw herself into my arms. So lost were we in the ecstasy of reunion that neither of us to this day can tell what became of the tarag. The first thing we were aware of was the presence of a body of Sagoths about us. Gruffly they commanded us to follow them.
"Oh, statues dear from College Hall, from College Hall, from College Hall, Don't hesitate to come and call On Hen-House day at Wellesley. Niobe sad, and Harriet, and Polly Hym and Dian's pet On Hen-House day, on Hen-House day, O! Hen-House day at Wellesley.
Your heart has spoken to me. I know now that you meant no affront to Dian the Beautiful. She is not of my tribe; but her mother is my sister. She does not know it her mother was stolen by Dian's father who came with many others of the tribe of Amoz to battle with us for our women the most beautiful women of Pellucidar.
The sun was slowly descending in an atmosphere of fire, while toward Havre a silvery mist over the hills and shore heralded the approach of chaste Dian's reign.
On the farther side of a little lawn, the stream leapt through a chasm beneath overarching vines, sprinkling eternal freshness upon all around, and then sank foaming into a clear rock-basin, a bath for Dian's self.
'Celestial in truth! My hope of heaven! Dian's crescent will be ever on that house for me, Clotilde. I would it were leagues distant, or the door not forbidden! 'I could minister to a good knight humbly. Alvan bent to her, on a sudden prompting: 'When do father and mother arrive? 'To-morrow. He took her hand. 'To-morrow, then! The worst of omens is delay. Clotilde faintly gasped.
'To be, or not to be, that is the question!" "Be that you, Mr. Belloo, sir?" "Even so, Adam. Come sit ye a while, good knave, and gaze upon Dian's loveliness, and smoke, and let us converse of dead kings." "Why, kings ain't much in my line, sir, living or dead uns, me never 'aving seen any except a pic'ter, and that tore, though very life like.
Hooja still harbored ill will against me because of the blow I had struck in Dian's protection, and his malevolent spirit was equal to sacrificing us all that he might be revenged upon me.
Oberon has been watching Titania's courtship of Bottom. She sleeps, and he touches her eyes with Dian's bud: 'Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen' Romeo and Juliet. The love of Juliet is a thing altogether by itself, not to be classed, never anticipated by any other author, and not imitable. It is sensuous.
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