Again and again he bent and filled the vessel, dipping it into a shallow basin from which came the bubbling and chuckling of a little spring.

And again I marveled at the marble smoothness and fineness of her skin on which the caressing water left tiny silvery globules, gemming it.

The eunuch slithered to one side, drew from a quaint chest clothes of white floss; patted her dry with them; threw over her shoulders a silken robe of blue.
Back she floated to us; hovered over Ruth, crouching with her brother's head upon her knees.
She made a motion as though to draw the girl to her; hesitated as Ruth's face set in a passion of denial.

A shadow of kindness drifted through the wide, mysterious eyes; a shadow of pity joined it as she looked curiously down on Ventnor.
"Bathe," she murmured, and pointed to the pool.

"And rest.