lived with him. They were supremely happy. They passed their days shut up together, gazing into each other's eyes, and babbling a childish jargon. In the evening, they walked on the lonely banks of the Orontes, and lost themselves in the laurel woods. Sometimes they rose at dawn, to go and gather hyacinths on the slopes of Sulpicus. They drank from the same cup, and he would take a grape from between her lips with his mouth.
Mœroë came to Lollius, and cried and shrieked that Thaïs should be restored to her.
"She is my daughter," she said, "my daughter, who has been torn from me. My perfumed flower — my own bowels — !"
Lollius gave her a large sum of money, and sent her away. But, as she came back to demand some more gold staters, the young man had her put in prison, and the magistrates having discovered that she was guilty of many crimes, she was condemned to death, and thrown to the wild beasts.
Thaïs loved Lollius with all the passion of her mind, and the bewilderment of innocence. She told him, and told him truly from the bottom of her heart —
"I have never loved any one but you."
Lollius replied —
"You are not like any other woman."
The spell lasted six months, but it broke at last.
