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"There," sighed Manlia, "I prayed hard." "So did I," Brinnaria murmured, "but I prayed the other way. He ought to have been killed already. Numisia has recognized him and he has been recognized by three or four nobles along the coping. The rumor is spreading from each of them and running through the audience."
In the Greens, likewise, Brinnaria owned stock; and, having entered into inheritances from more than seventy different wealthy relatives who had died during the pestilence, she happened to own stock in every one of the six great companies. She had personal friends among the directors of each of the six. Therefore it was especially easy for her to enlist their help in her efforts to find Almo.
Almo had completely vanished. When Aurelius, passing through Rome on his way from the Rhine frontier to Syria, was in his capital for a brief period, Brinnaria had an audience with him. "Daughter!" he said, "it is all my fault. I should have given Grittonius explicit injunctions about the boy.
Manlia, with great presence of mind, untied the dangling robe and dropped it over the parapet. One of the arena attendants carried it to Brinnaria and she put it on. But she would not stir and stood straddling the fallen lad until one of the Emperor's aides came out of one of the low doors in the arena-wall, crossed to her and assured her that the defeated retiarius would be spared and cared for.
Early in August he was idling at Velitrae, playing quoits in the inn-yard morning after morning. He seemed to like Velitrae. He stayed there longer than anywhere else. ON the fifteenth of that same August, not long after noon, Brinnaria was much surprised by a call from Flexinna. "The most amazing weather that ever was," Flexinna stated.
They are generally wholly reasonable on all points except as to their fad of the moment. If that wears off they are entirely rational. Let him alone. Watch him, but take no other steps." This advice seemed simple enough, but carrying it out proved more of a strain than Brinnaria could have foreseen.
If I feel inclined to confide I'll make my confidences to my genuine spiritual father, not to his understrapper." Bambilio was piqued and spoke sourly. "The Emperor," he said, "will be far from pleased with my report of you." "It will make no difference to me or to him what you report or whether you make any report or not," spoke Brinnaria. "I'm going to have a talk with him myself."
He'll be sympathetic, if I deserve it. If I don't deserve sympathy from him I don't deserve it from you, nor your company and your countenance, either." Scared Brinnaria was, but even through her worst qualms of panic she was uplifted by an elating sense of her own importance.
And you've m-m-missed a ch-ch-chance to be a V-V-Vestal. I've n-n-no p-p-patience with you. Any other g-g-girl would j-j-jump at the ch-ch-chance." "Jump at it!" cried Brinnaria. "Why?" "Why?" sneered Flexinna, blazing with excitement. "Why, just think what you've m-m-missed!
He induced Hostidius to give him a full, honorable discharge from the army and later wheedled the governor into authorizing him to have himself sold as a slave." "What maggot can he have in his brain," Brinnaria burst in, "that he is so fascinated with the idea of being sold as a slave? What earthly basis can there be for the enticement it holds out to him?