gh ants were crawling on her and, raising her dress a little, looked over her shoulder at her ankles, carefully examining each. The pretty girl thought herself alone and258 杭州保健 unobserved, and there was something so bewitching in her whole appearance that it would have been a pity not to have had a witness.
But there was a witness.
Lycon, who had been unable to sleep all night, because each passing day brought the decision of his fate nearer, had gone out into the garden early and seated himself on a bench in the nearest thicket. From his green ambush not one of Myrtale’s movements escaped his notice. Had he been familiar with Homer, he would have thought that she resembled Danae, Acrisius’ daughter, 杭州夜生活杭州百花坊 and deserved the name of Callisphyrus, the maid with the beautiful calves. But Lycon knew nothing of Homer, so he contented himself with muttering:
“Is that Myrtale? How pretty she has grown.”
Yet he did
not go to meet her. Of course she would have been frightened by the sight of a strange man. And what should he talk about? He had nothing to say to her.
While Myrtale was putting on her silver-wrought sandals, a black and white goat, with trailing tether, came running towards her. She glanced at the wet, rough-coated animal, then at her light dress and, drawing back, clapped her hands violently to frighten the creature away. But the goat did not understand. It merely stopped in its run and approached slowly, holding its head very high, evidently supposing the movement of her hands a challenge to play. With the mischievousness 杭州桑拿中心特服 natural to this animal it suddenly made a259 couple of short, frolicsome leaps, lowered its head and sharp horns, and darted towards the young girl.
Without hesitation Myrtale pulled up the nearest
flower-stake and defended herself against the goat. But the animal, now it was once in fighting mood, constantly renewed the attack and the young girl found it more and more difficult to keep the creature at bay. She was therefore more pleased than alarmed when the bushes rustled and Lycon sprang out and seized the goat’s 家庭式个人保健赶集网 tether.
Myrtale silently put back the flower-stake, and busied herself in tying up the plant.
For some time neither spoke.
“Are you Myrtale, Simonides’ daughter?” asked Lycon, as he watched the pretty Methonian with a pleasure he had never felt before.
Myrtale nodded assent.
“Are you Lycon, the Athenian, my father’s 杭州洗浴按摩全套图 guest?” she inquired, without raising her eyes to the stranger’s face.
Lycon had scarcely time to reply, for the goat now renewed its attack upon him. He laughed:
“Come, my kid. You shall learn that I am not called Lycon with the big hand for nothing.”
Seizing one of the goat’s horns with one hand, and its little tail with the other, he lifted the mischievous animal from the ground so that its four legs hung loosely down. When he set it on the earth again the creature was thoroughly cowed. Bleating feebly, it260 杭州桑拿按摩爽记 unresistingly allowed itself to be dragged back to the grass-plot from which it had escaped.
At the beehives Myrtale managed to have Lycon pa