Church history -- 4th century -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
sisters as if she herself were one of them. I will question him; for if
it is so, it would be neither just nor prudent to blame him. Some
caution is needed even in giving a warning; for many a one, who would
never have thought of stealing, has become a thief through false
suspicion. A young heart that is beginning to love, is like a wild boy
who always would rather take the road he is warned to avoid, and when I
was a girl, I myself first discovered how much I liked you, when the
Senator Aman's wife--who wanted you for her own daughter--advised me to
be on my guard with you. A man who has made such good use of his time,
among all the temptations of the Greek Sodom, as Polykarp, and who has
won such high praise from all his teachers and masters, cannot have been
much injured by the light manners of the Alexandrians. It is in a man's
early years that he takes the bent which he follows throughout his later
life, and that he had done before he left our house. Nay--even if I did
not know what a good fellow Polykarp is--I need only look at you to say,
'A child that was brought up by this father, could never turn out a bad
man.'"
Petrus sadly shrugged his shoulders, as though he regarded his wife's
flattering words as mere idle folly, and yet he smiled, as he asked,
"Whose school of rhetoric did you go to? So be it then; speak to the lad
when he returns from Raithu. How high the moon is already; come to rest
--Antonius is to place the altar in the early dawn, and I wish to be
present."
CHAPTER IX.
Miriam's ears had not betrayed her. While she was detained at supper,
Hermas had opened the courtyard-gate; he came to bring the senator a
noble young buck, that he had killed a few hours before, as a thank-
offering for the medicine to which his father owed his recovery. It
would no doubt have been soon enough the next morning, but he could find
no rest up on the mountain, and did not--and indeed did not care to--
conceal from himself the fact, that the wish to give expression to his
gratitude attracted him down into the oasis far less than the hope of
seeing Sirona, and of hearing a word from her lips.
Since their first meeting he had seen her several times, and had even
been into her house, when she had given him the wine for his father, and
when he had taken back the empty flask. Once, as she was filling the
bottle which he held, out of the large jar, her white fingers had touched
his, and her enquiry whether he were afraid of her, or if not, why his
hands which looked so strong should tremble so violently, dwelt still
in his mind. The nearer he approached Petrus's house the more vehemently
his heart beat; he stood still in front of the gate-way, to take breath,
and to collect himself a little, for he felt that, agitated as he was, he
would find it difficult to utter any coherent words.
At last he laid his hand on the latch and entered the yard. The watch-
dogs already knew him, and only barked once as he stepped over the
threshold.
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