In the union of the two conditions she sees herself slavishly domesticated.

With her Indian Bacchus imagination rose, for he was pliant: she had only to fancy, and he was beside her .-- Quick to the saddle, away! The forest of terrors is ahead; they are at the verge of it; a last hamlet perches on its borders; the dwellers have haunted faces; the timbers of their huts lean to an upright in wry splinters; warnings are moaned by men and women with the voice of a night-wind; but on and on! the forest cannot be worse than a world defied.

They drain a cup of milk apiece and they spur, for this is the way to the golden Indian land of the planted vine and the lover's godship .-- Ludicrous! There is no getting farther than the cup of milk with Marko.

They curvet and caper to be forward unavailingly.

It should be Alvan to bring her through the forest to the planted vine in sunland.