Long she strove, but all in vain. […] Repeatedly she heard them call and beseech her to join them; yet she persisted in her attempt. […] Should she open the box? […] Night and day she thought and planned, until she devised a species of revenge which seemed adequate. […] Joyfully she embraced the token, and, thinking she must now be upon Proserpina’s track, hastened. on until she came to a crystal fountain, by whose side she sat down to rest.