text:  What will the poor shepherdess do?" "Am I not your shepherd? your Daphnis?" cried Hector as if inspired--"trust to me Daphne--to my heart--to my soul! This hand shall never be separated from yours: we shall live the same life--in the sane sunshine--in the same shadow--in the same hovel--in the same palace; but with you dearest Daphne the humblest hut would be a palace