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spectacle of her love, sodden to haddock’s meat, her
sorrow could not choose but be indefinite, if her delight in
him were but indifferent; and there is no woman but
delights in sorrow, or she would not use it so lightly for
everything.
Down she ran in her loose night-gown, and her hair
about her ears (even as Semiramis ran out with her lie-
pot in her hand, and her black dangling tresses about her
shoulders with her ivory comb ensnarled in them, when
she heard that Babylon was taken) and thought to have
kissed his dead corpse alive again, but as on his blue
jellied sturgeon lips she was about to clap one of those
warm plaisters, boistrous woolpacks of ridged tides came
rolling in, and raught him from her (with a mind belike to
carry him back to Abydos). At that she became a frantic