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WHEN the Thessalian found that Arbaces returned to her no more -- when she / was left, hour after hour, to all the torture of that miserable suspense / which was rendered by blindness doubly intolerable, she began, with / outstretched arms, to feel around her prison for some channel of escape; / and finding the only entrance secure, she called aloud, and with the / vehemence of a temper naturally violent, and now sharpened by impatient / agony.
'Ho, girl! ' said the slave in attendance, opening the door; art thou bit / by a scorpion? or thinkest thou that we are dying of silence here, and / only to be preserved, like the infant Jupiter, by a hullabaloo?'