This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ...by house-fronts of a mean appearance. Timoleon glanced anxiously upwards. Not a slit of an upper window but was covered by his quick eye. Neither slave's or woman's face was to be seen.. A garden wall now rose high before him. The spirals of tapering trees and groups of tall shrubs proved the garden, for Athens, a ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ...by house-fronts of a mean appearance. Timoleon glanced anxiously upwards. Not a slit of an upper window but was covered by his quick eye. Neither slave's or woman's face was to be seen.. A garden wall now rose high before him. The spirals of tapering trees and groups of tall shrubs proved the garden, for Athens, a fairly spacious one. Over the top wall fell a mass of vines, whose.green growth framed a door. Timoleon placed his foot on the lower step of the green door. He let his mantle trail. He stood--rigid as a dog with its bird in sight. Certain sounds coming from within the walled garden--sounds he had been waiting long weeks to hear--reached his ear. He could scarcely breathe for joyFirst came a dog's sharp, rapture-laden bark. Then a girl's voice--soft and low. Then a long silence. Once more Timoleon's breath came quickly, with gratified content. The third voice--the one he had dreaded might again spoil his sport--was unheard. Could it be possible the girl within the garden was really alone? If so Hermes, his sometimes kind god would, indeed, have rich reward. Even as his vow escaped him, as though to earn the promised tribute, the god of luck sent the steps within, nearer and ever nearer. Timoleon felt his moment had come. Suddenly opening his tunic, Timoleon tore from its hiding place a withered garland. With a skilful toss, the chaplet was flung across the garden wall. A soft cry came from within. The flurried rustling of a woman's garments, in among the shrubbery, caught Timoleon's ear. So still was the morning, the now swift, hard breathing of one startled, almost panting--this blessed human sound came over the garden wall. Once again, before he spoke, Timoleon cautiously listened. Save that quick breathing, all was still. "Myrto--is it inde...
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