Agne, the Christian, in the Temple of Isis--here, here, where Bishop Theophilus is destroying all our sanctuaries and the monks outdo their master.

Ah, children, children, how pretty and round and bright a soap-bubble is, and how soon it bursts.

Do you know at all what it is that you are planning?
If the black flies smell it out and it becomes known, by the great Apollo! we should have fared better at the hands of the pirates.

And yet, and yet .-- Do you know at all how the girl... ?" "She wept at the lady's singing," interrupted Herse eagerly, "and, silent as she generally is, on her way home she said: 'To sing like that! She is a happy girl!'" Karnis looked up with renewed confidence.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "that is my Agne.

Yes, yes, she truly loves her divine art.