Semestre

"Xanthe, Xanthe!" called Semestre, a short time after.

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"Xanthe, Xanthe!" called Semestre, a short time after.

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"Xanthe, Xanthe!" called Semestre, a short time after.

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The last words were addressed to Semestre as well as the dwarf, for the old house-keeper, with panting breath and trembling hands, now approached her master.

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Semestre followed close behind, and gave her a small knife, saying:

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"No, Semestre, it would be an advantage to both us and you; for, since your master had that unlucky fall from the high wall of the vineyard, the ruler's eye is lacking here, and many things don't go as they ought."

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Semestre spoke the truth, and in the stillness of the night consider what she must do to ascertain how much Phaon was concerned in his father's suit.

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During the first moments of the welcome, Semestre had approached her darling's son, told him who she was, received his father's messages of remembrance, kissed his hand, and stroked his arm.

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Nay, if Semestre had tempted her with the sweetest cakes, she would not have left her favorite nook by the spring now.

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Semestre did not allow herself to be intimidated, but, angrily raising her myrtle-staff, interrupted Jason by exclaiming in a loud, tremulous voice:

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