Ntioning. The nimble maid had shown her skill that day. "Any stranger
would take her for nineteen," thought her mother. "How becoming the
white robe and blue-bordered peplum are to her; how softly the azure
bombyx ribbon is wound around the thick waves of her hair! Who would
believe that no curling-irons had touched the little golden locks that
rest so gracefully on her brow, that no paint-brush had any share in
producing the rose and white hues on her cheek, or the alabaster glimmer
of her arms? Such beauty easily becomes a Danae dower; but it is a
magnificent gift of the gods! Yet why did she put on the bracelet which
Antony gave her after his last visit? Scarcely on my account. She can
hardly expect Dion at so late an hour. Even while I am rejoicing in the
sight of her beauty, some new misfortune
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