Wear it for my sake.” […] This story would be agreeable enough if it were not for the unhappy end of it, and the bad actions it describes. […] One of her maiden stopped to pick it up, but the wind took it, and a beautiful youth, rushing from a grove near by, caught it, and running after Aglauria, presented it to her. […] He pulled it and it made a low sound. […] I thank you for it.