I redoubled my efforts.

I played with the utmost expression the most pathetic parts of the melody.

As if under the influence of a charm, she began to advance towards me, now hesitating, now moving back a few steps, now approaching, half-reluctantly, half willingly, until, utterly vanquished by the long trembling close of the last cadence of the air, she ran suddenly up to me, and falling at my feet, raised her hands as if to implore my pardon.' 'Truly this was no common tribute to your skill! Did she speak to you ?' 'She uttered not a word,' continued Vetranio.

'Her large soft eyes, bright with tears, looked piteously up in my face; her delicate lips trembled, as if she wished to speak, but dared not; her smooth round arms were the very perfection of beauty.

Child as she seemed in years and emotions, she looked a woman in loveliness and form.