CHAPTER 90
Taji with Hautia
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As their last echoes died away down the valley, Hautia glided near; - zone unbound, the amaryllis in her hand. Her bosom ebbed and flowed; the motes danced in the beams that darted from her eyes.
"Come! let us sin, and be merry. Ho! wine, wine, wine! and lapfuls of flowers! let all the cane-brakes pipe their flutes. Damsels! dance; reel, swim, around me: -I, the vortex that draws all in. Taji! Taji! - as a berry, that name is juicy in my mouth! -Taji, Taji! " and in choruses, she warbled forth the sound, till it seemed issuing from her syren eyes.