"Here! here!"
Bent double, he was carrying the old Didimus on his back.
At the end of a few minutes they reached a secret door opening on the
Campagna.
On returning to the house, Arsinoë quickly undressed Myrrha and put
her to bed, still in a dead faint. Kneeling by her side the elder
sister long kissed and chafed the thin, yellow, and inert hands. A
pang of agonising presentiment shot through her heart.
The face of the sleeper bore a strange expression. Never had it
reflected so bodiless a charm. All the little body seemed transparent
and frail as the sides of an alabaster jar illumined by an inner fire.