A Question

Dorippe, the younger of the two, grasped her disordered black tresses, over which thousands of rebellious little hairs seemed to weave a veil of mist, drew from the mass of curls falling on her neck a bronze arrow, with which she extinguished the feeble light of both lamps. The olives are overripe, and the thieves have an easy task, now the watchmen have gone to Messina as rowers.