For tragedy, there was the look my queen lavished upon Solon when she heard his sentence; a look of blushing merriment, with a maddening dash of pity in it,--he was to suffer because of her.
"'Twas your beauty that made me do it," he might have quoted, with the old result.

How I longed for the jaunty lightness that would have let me do a thing like that, tossing me fairly to the pinnacle of a public association with her! But I, instead, moped alone, knowing well that the gifts of graceful brigandage were not mine.

Had _I_ snatched that ribbon, there would have been tears and a mad outcry at my brutal roughness.
Now came the lesson in geography.

I had known it, had studied it faithfully that morning.

It treated of the state from which she had so lately come.