 
| Arethusa | Frontispiece | | FACING PAGE | | He was talking with an old beggar woman. | 30 | | She tenderly kissed the wrinkled face. | 44 | | 'Yes,' replied the negress. 'Rustan is very affectionate. He says that I am his ZoË, his "life," because he would surely die of starvation without me!' | 66 | | 'Tell me your story,' he said in a lower tone. 'Do not be afraid! no one shall hurt you.' | 88 | | 'Forty ducats!' cried Omobono, casting up his eyes, and preparing to bargain for at least half an hour. | 94 | | All sorts of confused thoughts crowded her brain, as Zeno sat down on a seat beside the divan. | 108 | | There was something so oddly fixed in his look and so dull in his voice that Omobono began to fear that he might be a lunatic. | 128 | | 'I know them,' ZoË answered. 'If I am not telling you the truth, sell me in the market to-morrow.' | 164 | | 'I did not mean to love you!' | 194 | | The captain's wife obeyed, less frightened than she had been at first. | 218 | | Saw her sink down there exhausted, and draw a heavy silk shawl across her body. | 240 | | 'Tell me what you see,' she said to the maids. | 262 | | 'Yes!' roared the Tartar. 'Ten thousand ducats! And if I do not find the money in the house, you two must find it in yours! Do you understand?' | 274 | | Then, all at once, he felt that she had received one of those inspirations of the practical sense which visit women who are driven to extremities. | 310 | | 'Am I not your bought slave?' she asked. 'I must obey.' | 352 |
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