The curtains, which stretched perpendicularly, enveloped her in a bluish atmosphere, and the motion of her breathing, communicating itself to the cords, seemed to rock her in the air.

A long mosquito was buzzing.
Matho stood motionless holding the silver lamp at arm's length; but on a sudden the mosquito-net caught fire and disappeared, and Salammbo awoke.
The fire had gone out of itself.

She did not speak.

The lamp caused great luminous moires to flicker on the wainscots.
"What is it ?" she said.
He replied: "'Tis the veil of the goddess!" "The veil of the goddess!" cried Salammbo, and supporting herself on both clenched hands she leaned shuddering out.

He resumed: "I have been in the depths of the sanctuary to seek it for you! Look!" The Zaimph shone a mass of rays.
"Do you remember it ?" said Matho.