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At last he stood back from his work, stooping low to look first at Selene and then at his statuette with keen examination from head to foot; and then, drawing a deep breath, and rubbing the wax over with his finger, he said: "There, that is how it must go! Now I will wet your father's handkerchief and then we can go on again. If you are tired you can rest."

At last he collected his senses, and slowly went back to his room, where he sat on his couch with his eyes fixed dreamily on the ground, till the Emperor's call roused him from his reverie. Selene had hardly vouchsafed Antinous a glance.

The old slave was still sitting on the steps with the children; Arsinoe tossed them up one after the other, and whispered in each child's ear: "Cakes this evening!" and she kissed the blind child's eyes, and said: "You may come with me, dear little man. I will find a litter for Selene and put you in, and you will be carried home like a little prince."

At the same time were carried away the valuable jewels, furniture, and ornaments, which had been handed down from father to son, with the crown of Upper and Lower Egypt. These were drawn in waggons through the streets of Rome in triumph; and with them were shown in chains to the wondering crowd Alexander Helius and Cleopatra Selene, the children of Cleopatra and Antony.

She needed a few minutes to collect herself and to recover a sense of her duty, and those few minutes were made good use of by Antinous. He flew with long steps into the room in which, on that never-to-be-forgotten night, he had laid Selene on the couch, and even at the threshold he called her by her name. She started and laid aside the book out of which she was reading to her blind brother.

Light, glitteringly filtered through the glass prisms, flowed down upon the dais; upon Miss Selene Coblenz, in a taffeta that wrapped her flat waist and chest like a calyx and suddenly bloomed into the full-inverted petals of a skirt; upon Mr.

"And a man like Haas don't talk that way if he don't mean it." "Mind you, not a hundred dollars a year business with him. I haven't got the demands for silks." "That wash silk I'm telling you about though, Mrs. C., does up like a " "There's ma thumping with the poker on the upstairs floor. When it's closing-time, she begins to get restless. I I wish Selene would come in.

When Selene Coblenz, with a gust that swept the room, sucking the lace curtains back against the panes, flung open the door upon that chromatic scene, the two jets of gas were singing softly into its silence, and, within the nickel-trimmed base-burner, the pink mica had cooled to gray.

There she lay, full of sweet contentment and secure of a love that had never been hers of possessing the heart of a man who never once thought of her, but who, only a few hours since, had rushed off with her sister, intoxicated with joy and delight. Poor Selene!

His anxious longing was mingled with regret for the lost opportunity of seeing Selene and alarm at the Emperor's prolonged absence.

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