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Updated: May 14, 2025
Who, if the warm sun were extinguished, would instantly remember that the moon and stars remain? As Phaon wept so violently, Xanthe's tears began to flow more slowly, and she gazed at him a long time with ardent sympathy, unperceived by the lad, for he still covered his eyes with his hands.
Phaon had followed the direction of her look, and again broke the silence, saying with a smile, no less quietly than before: "Yes, indeed, the sun tells me I've been sleeping here a long time; it is almost noon." The youth's composure aroused a storm of indignation in Xanthe's breast.
"Then you'll be in the right place," cried Jason, "but you're not yet turning it for Leonax's wedding-feast." "And I promise you I'll prepare the roast for Phaon's," retorted Semestre, "but not until the sacrifice of an animal I'm fattening myself induces the foam-born goddess to kindle in Xanthe's heart sweet love for Leonax." "Xanthe, Xanthe!" called Semestre, a short time after. "Xanthe!
Protarch himself had gone to Messina, with his own and her father's oil. To age is allotted the alms of reverence, to youth the gift of love, and, of the three men who lived in the house on Xanthe's right-hand, only one could lay claim to such a gift, and he had an unusually good right to do so.
She no longer thought of the harm a piece of news might do her empty stomach, and, while mentally seeing the flutter of a matron's beautiful blue garment and the flash of Xanthe's rich dowry, eagerly asked the welcome messenger: "Does she speak the truth? And what is this about the robes?"
The dwarf took Xanthe's leaf from her hand, and said: "This comes from an olive-tree, is particularly long, and has a light and dark side. You will live to a great age, and your life will be more or less happy as you shape it." "As you shape it," repeated the girl. "That's a real hen's oracle. 'As people do, so things will be, my nurse used to say every third word."
Phaon had followed the direction of her look, and again broke the silence, saying with a smile, no less quietly than before: "Yes, indeed, the sun tells me I've been sleeping here a long time; it is almost noon." The youth's composure aroused a storm of indignation in Xanthe's breast.
Phaon had followed the direction of her look, and again broke the silence, saying with a smile, no less quietly than before: "Yes, indeed, the sun tells me I've been sleeping here a long time; it is almost noon." The youth's composure aroused a storm of indignation in Xanthe's breast.
Every reddish pebble, every smooth bit of snowy quartz, every point and furrow and stripe on the pretty shells on its sandy bottom, was as distinctly visible as if held before the eyes on the palm of the hand, and yet the water was so deep that the gold circlet sparkling above the elbow on Xanthe's round arm, nay, even the gems confining her peplum on the shoulder, would have been wet had she tried to touch the bottom of the basin with the tips of her fingers.
You, Rameri, shall in a year from to-day and I think you will not forget the date find at your service a ship in the harbor of Pelusium, fitted and manned with Phoenicians, to convey you to your wedding." "So be it!" exclaimed the old man. "And by Zeus who hears me swear I will not withhold Xanthe's daughter from your son when he comes to claim her!"
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