In their flight they scurried blindly over the feet of the visitors.

The doctor raised her skirts in order to avoid them, at the same time breaking into nervous laughter to hide her terror.
Suddenly Freya gave a cry, pointing to the base of the ancient altar.
An ebony-hued snake, his sides dotted with red spots, was slowly and solemnly uncoiling his circles upon the stones.

The sailor raised his cane, but before he could strike he felt his arm grasped by two nervous hands.

Freya was throwing herself upon him with a pallid face and eyes dilated with fear and entreaty.
"No, Captain!...

Leave it alone!" Ulysses thrilled upon feeling the contact of her firm, curving bosom and noting her respiration, her warm breath charged with distant perfume.