This strange comparison had entered her head as Iras stood rigidly erect, reading aloud in a shrill, high voice the Queen's command.

Everything about this hard, cold face appeared as sharp as a sting, and ready to destroy her.
Her removal from her mother's house to the royal palace had been swift and simple.
After the attack--of which she saw little, because, overpowered by fear and horror, she closed her eyes--she had driven home with her lover, where the leech had bandaged his injuries, and Berenike had quickly and carefully transformed her own sleeping chamber into a sick-room.
Barine, after changing her dress, did not leave Dion's side.

She had attired herself carefully, for she knew his delight in outward adornment.

When she returned from her grandparents, before sunset, she was alone with him, and he, kissing her arm, had murmured that wherever the Greek tongue was spoken there was not one more beautiful.

The gem was worthy of its loveliness.