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At these words the flashing of her eyes, dark as the sky in a storm, mingled with tears, and Laeta Acilia said to herself: "I am pious, and I faithfully perform the ceremonies religion demands, but in this woman there is a strange feeling of a love divine."
Monsieur Safrac took the light film which I held out to him and examined it carefully. "My God, promise me death, so that I may taste of life. My God, give me remorse, so that I may at last find happiness. My God, make me the equal of the daughters of Eve." Laeta Acilia lived in Marseilles during the reign of the Emperor Tiberius.
And Mary Magdalen, perceiving that proselytising was not her vocation, retired to a wild cavern since called the Holy Grotto. The sacred historians believe unanimously that Laeta Acilia was not converted to the faith of Christ until many years after this interview which I have faithfully recorded.
When it shall please you to see me again ask of the passers-by for the house of Laeta Acilia; any of the citizens will be able to show you the way without trouble." IT was six months later that Laeta Acilia, lying on a purple couch in the courtyard of her house, crooned a little song that had no sense and which her mother had sung before her.
M. ANNAEUS LUCANUS, the son of Annaeus Mela and Acilia, a Spanish lady of high birth, was born at Corduba, 39 A.D. His grandfather, therefore, was Seneca the elder, whose rhetorical bent he inherited. Legend tells of him, as of Hesiod, that in his infancy a swarm of bees settled upon the cradle in which he lay, giving an omen of his future poetic glory.
See," she added, and she showed her the little cap which she still held in her hand, "how happy I am and how grateful to you." "I knew it," replied Mary Magdalen "and I have come, Laeta Acilia, to instruct you in the truth of Jesus Christ." Thereupon the Marseillaise dismissed her slaves, and offered the Jewess an ivory armchair with cushions embroidered in gold.
At Marseilles took place the meeting between Mary Magdalen and Laeta Acilia, so delightfully fabled by Anatole France. The Count of Monte Cristo landed here after he had discovered his treasure, and here Caderouse after the infamy at "La Reservée" watched old Dantès starving to death.
Lazarus bears on his face the pallor of death, and in his eyes is the horror of one who has seen hell." But for some moments past Laeta Acilia had ceased to listen. She raised towards the Jewess her candid eyes and her small, smooth forehead. "Mary," she said, "I am a pious woman, attached to the faith of my fathers. Unbelief is evil for our sex.
The plan discussed among the conspirators of assassinating Nero while in the act of singing on the stage would, no doubt, commend itself specially to the young poet whom the Emperor had forbidden to recite in public. When the conspiracy was detected, Lucan's fortitude soon gave way; he betrayed one accomplice after another, one of the first names he surrendered being that of his mother, Acilia.
He was possessed of great wealth in Jerusalem. Near him stand Martha my sister and Mantilla, the faithful servant who in happier days gathered olives on the hillsides of Bethany." "And you," asked Laeta Acilia, "you whose voice is so soft and whose face is so beautiful, what is your name?" The Jewess replied: "I am called Mary Magdalen.
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