Well, let us thank the gods that made men foolish, and gave us women wit to profit by their folly.

If he wants her, let him take her, for few will be poorer by her loss." "You at least will be richer," said the other woman, "and by the crown of Baaltis.

Well, I do not grudge it you, and as for the daughter of Sakon, she shall be Ithobal's if I take her to him limb by limb." "Nay, sister, that is not the bargain; remember she must be delivered to him without hurt or blemish; otherwise we shall do sacrilege in vain.

Be silent, here is the cave." Reaching the platform in front of the tomb, the procession of mourners ranged themselves about it in a semi-circle.

They stood with their backs to the edge of a cliff that rose sheer for sixty feet or more from the plain beneath, across which, but at a little distance from the foot of the precipice ran the road followed by the caravans of merchants in their journeys to and from the coast.