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he said I was formed in the fullness of beauty, express¬ 
ed by my proportions, and which attracts all souls.” 
And then Arethusa greeted the loving child. The 
hue of her petals was like the color in the warm 
cheeks of youth when it is animated by exercise. 
There was something human, too, in the tone of her 
voice, as if she were one of those flowers that erst 
were mortals. 
“No,” said the Arethusa, as if she read Mary’s 
thoughts, “ I was never a mortal, but first grew on 
the banks of a fountain that was once as lovely a 
being as ever trod this beautiful earth. I will tell you 
the origin of my name. Arethusa was a nymph of 
holy Elis. She was a daughter of old Ocean, and 
often attended the goddess Diana in the chase. One 
day when she was bathing in the river Alpheus, the 
genius of that stream fell in love with her sweetness 
and beauty. But the mortal maiden did not wish 
