"He was as anxious about me as a father." "Because he perceived that you were destined for great achievements." "And because it did not escape his penetration how much I needed care.
My lungs, Daphne, my lungs--surely you know how the malicious disease became fatal to my clear mother, and to my brother and sister also.

All three sank prematurely into the grave, and for years the shades of my parents have been beckoning to me too.

When the cough shakes my chest, I see Charon raise his oar and invite me also to enter his sable boat." "But you just assured me that you were doing well," observed the girl.
"The cough alone makes me a little anxious.

If you could only see for yourself what a beautiful colour the pure air has given your cheeks!" "This flush," replied Myrtilus gravely, "is the sunset of life's closing day, not the dawn of approaching convalescence.

But let us drop the subject.