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Updated: May 14, 2025
"How many cheeses?" asked the housekeeper." "Two," replied Lysander. "One will be more than enough," cried Semestre "Bring only one, Chloris." The invalid smilingly shrugged his shoulders, clasped Xanthe's hand as she stood beside him, and said in so low a tone that the old woman could not hear: "Haven't I grown like little thick-skull's hens? Semestre commands and I must obey.
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.
"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!
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."
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!"
Whoever endures a severe though not the deepest affliction, whoever is permitted to reach the topmost summit of joy, and a girl who feels love- these three Heaven favors with the blessing of tears. Had Eros's arrow struck Xanthe's young heart too? It was possible, though she would not confess it even to herself, and only yesterday had denied it, without the quiver of an eyelash.
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."
Whoever endures a severe though not the deepest affliction, whoever is permitted to reach the topmost summit of joy, and a girl who feels love-these three Heaven favors with the blessing of tears. Had Eros's arrow struck Xanthe's young heart too? It was possible, though she would not confess it even to herself, and only yesterday had denied it, without the quiver of an eyelash.
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