Let us give ourselves to waftage of the winds." "But if we should get lost ?" "O thou timid! No one was ever lost in Daphne, except those on whom her gates close forever." "And who are they ?" she asked, still fearful.
"Such as have yielded to the charms of the place and chosen it for life and death.

Hark! Stand we here, and I will show you of whom I speak." Upon the marble pavement there was a scurry of sandalled feet; the crowd opened, and a party of girls rushed about the speaker and his fair friend, and began singing and dancing to the tabrets they themselves touched.

The woman, scared, clung to the man, who put an arm about her, and, with kindled face, kept time to the music with the other hand overhead.

The hair of the dancers floated free, and their limbs blushed through the robes of gauze which scarcely draped them.

Words may not be used to tell of the voluptuousness of the dance.