volume 1.
Chapter I.

The green screen slowly rose, covering the lower portion of the broad studio window where Heron, the gem-cutter, was at work. It was Melissa, the artist‘s daughter, who had pulled it up, with bended knees and outstretched arms, panting for breath.

"That is enough!" cried her father‘s impatient voice. He glanced up at the flood of light which the blinding sun of Alexandria was pouring into the room, as it did every autumn afternoon； but as soon as the shadow fell on his work-table the old man‘s busy fingers were at work again, and he heeded his daughter no more.

An hour later Melissa again, and without any bidding, pulled up the screen as before, but it was so much too heavy for her that the effort brought the blood into her calm, fair face, as the deep, rough "That is enough" was again heard from the work-table.

Then silence reigned once more. Only the artist‘s low whistling as he worked, or the patter and pipe of the birds in their

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