"I have no thought of exacting such a sacrifice of you.

All this that I am talking about is merely fancy, a whimsy invented to fill the vacancy of my soul.

'Tis the fault of the wine, of our exaggerated libations,--that to-day have been without water,--to the gods....

Just look!" And she pointed with comical gravity to the two empty bottles that were occupying the center of the table.
Night had fallen.

In the dark sky twinkled infinite eyes of starry light.