She stood him on a large, round table, and the guests greeted him with loud laughter as he looked down.

He had a hard, unlovely face, that little dwarf.

He suggested to Vergilius unwelcome thoughts of a new sort of Cupid--deformed, evil, and hideous--typifying the degenerate passions of Rome.

There were in the quiver of this Cupid arrows which carried the venom of the asp.

Some at the table mocked his grinning face and made a jest of his deformity.