He and this living Venus of Judea were alone.
She rose and spoke rapidly, her heart's fire in her words! "Here the love of women is longer than their lives--greater than their prudence or their hope of heaven." She stood erect before him, her beauty striving with the ardor of her words.
He looked down at her with a kind of fear in his eyes.
She took his hand in hers.

"My father is fond of you," she continued.
"Shall I tell your future ?" "And I knew it for a moment hence I should know all," he answered; covering his eyes.

She came near, and, caressingly, put an arm about his neck.

He could hear a nightingale singing somewhere in the great palace.

It seemed to fling open the gates of memory.