Chapter 486 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

XXXVIII.

He did not know (alas! how men will lie) That a report (especially the Greeks) Avouched his death (such people never die), And put his house in mourning several weeks,-- But now their eyes and also lips were dry; The bloom, too, had returned to Haidée's cheeks: Her tears, too, being returned into their fount, She now kept house upon her own account.