We might fancy that they, too, had caught sight of Proteus rising from the sea, and had heard “Old Triton blow his wreathéd horn.” […] Hero’s heart broke at this sad sight, and she longed to die, too, that she might not be parted from Leander. […] It was then customary for such cases to be tried at night, in utter darkness, so that the judges might not be influenced by the personal appearance of either plaintiff or defendant; and no rhetoric of any kind was allowed, that their minds might remain quite unbiassed. […] They never spoke of him without trembling, and fervently prayed that they might never see his face; for, when he appeared on the surface of the earth, it was only in search of some victim to drag down into his dismal abode, or to make sure there was no crevice through which a sunbeam might glide to brighten its gloom and dispel its shadows. […] Stooping hastily to ascertain what it might be, she recognised the girdle her daughter had worn when she had parted from her in Sicily.