Egypt -- History -- 30 B.C.-640 A.D. -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English; Hadrian, Emperor of Rome, 76-138 -- Fiction
Before going to rest Antinous had read him the letter, which had been
written for his brother by a public scribe, and its contents were enough
to wreck the heart even of a slave. His pretty little wife had fled from
her home and from the Emperor’s service to follow a Greek ship’s captain
across the world; his eldest child, a boy, the darling of his heart, was
dead; and his fair-haired tender little Tullia, with her pearly teeth,
her round little arms, and her pretty tiny fingers that had often tried
to pull his close-cropped hair, and had fondly stroked and patted it,
had been carried off to the miserable refuge, under whose squalid roof
the children of deceased slaves were reared. Only two hours since, and
in fancy he had possessed a home, and a group of human beings, whom
he could love. Now, this was all over and with however hard a hand the
deepest woes might fall on him, he might not sob or groan aloud, or even
roll from side to side as again and again he was violently prompted to
do, for his lord slept lightly and the least noise might wake him. At
sunrise he must appear before the Emperor as cheerful as usual, and
yet he felt as if he must himself perish miserably as his happiness had
done. His heart was bursting with anguish, still he neither groaned nor
stirred.
CHAPTER XIII.
The night had been almost as sleepless to Keraunus’ daughter Selene as
it had been to the hapless slave. Her father’s vain wish to let Arsinoe
take a part with the daughters of the wealthier citizens had filled
the girl’s heart with fresh terrors. It was the final blow which would
demolish the structure of their social existence, standing as it did
on quaking ground, and which must fling her family and herself into
disgrace and want. When their last treasure of any value was sold,
and the creditors could no longer be put off, particularly during the
Emperor’s presence in the city, when they should try to sell up all her
father’s little property, or to carry him off to a debtor’s prison, was
it not then as good as certain that some one else would be appointed
to fill his place, and that she and the other children would fall into
misery? And there lay Arsinoe by her side, and slept with as calm and
deep a breath as blind Helios and the other little ones.
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