"Here we are.
Now take your kerchief out of the basket.

It is damp and cool after sundown, especially over there where I am draining the bog.

The land we are reclaiming by this means will bring your future husband a fine income some day." They disembarked, and ere long reached the little haven belonging to Polybius's estate.

There were boats moored there, large and small, and Andreas hailed the man who kept them, and who sat eating his supper, to ask him whether he had unmoored the green skiff for Alexander.
At this the old fellow laughed, and said: "The jolly painter and his friend, the sculptor, met Zeno's daughter just as she was getting into her boat with Mariamne.

Down they came, running as if they had gone mad.
The girl must have turned their heads.