Indeed his blue eyes, his golden curls and his lovely complexion, like the bloom on a peach, were so irresistible that I felt inclined to try and work impossibilities for him.

Spare your blushes, my little pomegranate-blossom, till I have told you all; and then perhaps in future you will not be so hard upon poor Boges; you will see that he has a good heart, full of kindness for his beautiful, saucy little countrywoman." "I do not trust you," she answered, interrupting these assurances.

"I have been warned against your smooth tongue, and I do not know what I have done to deserve this kind interest." "Do you know this ?" he asked, showing her a white ribbon embroidered all over with little golden flames.
"It is the last present I worked for him," exclaimed Mandane.
"I asked him for this token, because I knew you would not trust me.

Who ever heard of a prisoner loving his jailer ?" "But tell me at once, quickly--what does my old playfellow want me to do?
Look, the-western sky is beginning to glow.

Evening is coming on, and I must arrange my mistress's dress and ornaments for the banquet." "Well, I will not keep you long," said the eunuch, becoming so serious that Mandane was frightened.