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Well then, she had the bunch from me, but although she accepted them she seems to have taken very little pleasure in them, for what we value we do not give away so there they may go, far enough!" With these words he flung the flowers over the house and then he went on: "But you, child, you shall be held guiltless of their loss. Give me your pomegranate-flower, Lysias!"
"He took them, and his friend gave me this pomegranate-flower," stammered Irene. "He himself wanted to give it me, but the Greek a handsome, merry man would not permit it, and laid the flower there on the platter. Take it but do not look at me like that any longer, for I cannot bear it!"
Every pure spot, it seems to me, may be the chosen sanctuary of some divinity, and is not an infant's soul purer than the altar where truth is mocked at?" In their room she found Irene; she had dressed her hair carefully and stuck the pomegranate-flower in it, and she asked Klea if she thought she looked well. "You look like Aphrodite herself," replied Klea kissing her forehead.
Then the tire-women took off the veil and displayed the bride in her first dress of red satin, and she moved to and fro with a languorous grace, till the heads of all the men and women were turned by her loveliness, for she was even as says the excellent poet: Like a sun at the end of a cane in a hill of sand, She shines in a dress of the hue of pomegranate-flower.
I will await you near the little temple of Isis with our travelling chariot and my own horses, will receive Irene, and conduct her to some new refuge while you drive back Fuergetes' chariot, and restore it to the driver." "That will not satisfy me by any means," said Lysias very gravely; "I was ready to give up my pomegranate-flower to you yesterday for Irene, but herself "
Every pure spot, it seems to me, may be the chosen sanctuary of some divinity, and is not an infant's soul purer than the altar where truth is mocked at?" In their room she found Irene; she had dressed her hair carefully and stuck the pomegranate-flower in it, and she asked Klea if she thought she looked well. "You look like Aphrodite herself," replied Klea kissing her forehead.
Well then, she had the bunch from me, but although she accepted them she seems to have taken very little pleasure in them, for what we value we do not give away so there they may go, far enough!" With these words he flung the flowers over the house and then he went on: "But you, child, you shall be held guiltless of their loss. Give me your pomegranate-flower, Lysias!"
My pomegranate-flower, which she had accepted in the morning, shone upon me from afar, and then, when she caught sight of me and blushed all over, casting down her eyes, then it was that it first struck me 'just like the Hebe on our cistern.
I will await you near the little temple of Isis with our travelling chariot and my own horses, will receive Irene, and conduct her to some new refuge while you drive back Fuergetes' chariot, and restore it to the driver." "That will not satisfy me by any means," said Lysias very gravely; "I was ready to give up my pomegranate-flower to you yesterday for Irene, but herself "
"He took them, and his friend gave me this pomegranate-flower," stammered Irene. "He himself wanted to give it me, but the Greek a handsome, merry man would not permit it, and laid the flower there on the platter. Take it but do not look at me like that any longer, for I cannot bear it!"
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