ABSTRACT
When the fear of the dogs had passed and the angelic voice had again taken up the song, Ameto drew close to the nymphs with timid steps; and resting his knotty rod on the ground, he placed both hands over its tip, then set his bearded chin upon his hands; and as if beside himself, he gazed fixedly at the singer. At this point her song ended, and after a long pause he gave a start–like one suddenly recalled to consciousness from a deep sleep–and cast his sleepy eyes about him, scarcely recognizing where he was. And Lia’s companions, seeing this, with difficulty held back their charming laughter which was already manifest in their smiling eyes.
