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the perfect embodiment of manhood and of love.
She rose from her seat, and drew nearer to him.
She looked through his eyes, and the depth of his devotion seemed unfathomable. She could doubt no longer.
She raised her face to his, and he covered it with kisses.
Then he whispered to her, "Tell me what more I must do or promise. Must love such as ours await some ceremonial for its fulfilment? This is to me the beginning of life. Choose thou for us what form the marriage-rites shall take, for I, alas I know nothing."
At once the spell was broken, for Daphne remembered the horrible unions which the haters of women had hitherto made. She shrank from Thoth, and cried—
"Leave me! leave me! How can I forget
