Egypt -- History -- 30 B.C.-640 A.D. -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English; Hadrian, Emperor of Rome, 76-138 -- Fiction
"Then you will not have the twelve talents!"
"I will--I will!" gasped Keraunus, "I will show you how I beat those
who take me for a rogue. Out of my sight, villain, and let me hear not
another word about the picture, and the robbery in the dark, or I will
send the prefect's lictors after you and have you thrown into irons, you
rascally thief!"
Gabinius hurried to the door, but he there turned round once more to the
groaning and gasping colossus, and cried out, as he stood on the
threshold:
"Keep your rubbish! we shall have more to say to each other yet."
When Selene and Arsinoe returned to the sitting-room they found their
father breathing hard and sitting on the couch, with his head drooping
forward. Much alarmed, they went close up to him, but he exclaimed quite
coherently:
"Water--a drink of water!--the thief!--the scoundrel!"
Though hardly pressed, it had not cost him a struggle or a pang to refuse
what would have placed him and his children in a position of ease; and
yet he would not have hesitated to borrow it, aye, or twice the sum, from
rich or poor, though he knew full certainly that he would never be in a
position to restore it. Nor was he even proud of what he had done; it
seemed to him quite natural in a Macedonian noble. It was to him
altogether out of the pale of possibility that he should entertain the
dealer's proposition for an instant.
But where was he to get the money for Arsinoe's outfit? how could he
keep the promise given at the meeting?
He lay meditating on the divan for an hour; then he took a wax tablet out
of a chest and began to write a letter on it to the prefect. He intended
to offer the precious mosaic picture which had been discovered in his
abode, to Titianus for the Emperor, but he did not bring his composition
to an end, for he became involved in high-flown phrases. At last he
doubted whether it would do at all, flung the unfinished letter back into
the chest, and disposed himself to sleep.
ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:
A well-to-do man always gets a higher price than a poor one
I must either rest or begin upon something new
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