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ANDROMEDA.
Crushing him, blind in his pride, for a sign and a terror to folly. This we avenge, as is fit; in all else never weary of giving. Come, then, damsel, and know if the gods grudge pleasure to mortals.' Loving and gentle she spoke: but the maid stood in awe, as the goddess Plaited with soft swift finger her tresses, and decked her in jewels, Armlet and anklet and earbell; and over her shoulders a necklace, Heavy, enamelled, the flower of the gold and the brass of the mountain.Trembling with joy she gazed, so well Hæphaistos had made it, 440Deep in the forges of Ætna, while Charis his lady beside him Mingled her grace in his craft, as he wrought for his sister Athené.
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