And now you say of Good also! And what is more and worse, you expect me to believe you.

Wherein you also experiment! I pray you, do not so.

That is to you the forbidden fruit.

Good-night.

Go, now, and pray for a more truthful tongue!" And with that she went in, the copper spangles glancing at her waist red as the light on ripe wheat, and all her tall figure lissome as the bending corn..