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"You amazing child!" the Emperor repeated. "You talk as if you were forty years old. Tell me precisely what is troubling you, for I must have failed to fathom it, and be sure I shall reply officially as Emperor and Pontifex." "What troubles me," said Brinnaria, "is the dread that my wild and tomboyish behavior may be as displeasing to the Goddess as coquettishness or wantonness.
Be explicit, be definite, and I can put you at peace with yourself at once and permanently." Brinnaria drew a deep breath. "To begin with," she said, "you know that, before I was taken for a Vestal, I was plighted to Caius Segontius Almo." "Certainly, I knew that," Aurelius replied. "All Rome knew of his ride from Falerii and of his arriving just too late." "You knew I was in love with him?"
Julianus used almost the same word you used, said Almo looked 'Grasshoppery. They all say Almo is precisely the most unmistakable, the most readily and quickly recognizable youth in all our young nobility." Brinnaria rose to go. Aurelius bent on her a kindly smile. "I have been talking about you with Faustina," he said.
"You are accused of misconduct with another man," he said. "Absurd!" said Brinnaria, "easy to confute. Who is the man?" "Not so easy to confute, I fear," said Lutorius. "The man named is Quintus Istorius Vocco." "Whew!" cried Brinnaria, springing to her feet and snapping her fingers. "That is ingenious! That will give me trouble! I didn't credit Calvaster with that much sense.
It turns out that he was only biding his time. He has formally accused you before the College of Pontiffs, alleging in general your long-continued familiarity with Vocco, and, in particular, your having been outside of Rome after midnight in Vocco's company." "Whew," Brinnaria exclaimed, "this is indeed serious! I feel myself strangling or starving in a vaulted cell. What am I to do?"
"I think you will find Brinnaria everything you could wish as a daughter-in-law. The most uncanny thing about her precocious habits of thought is her tenacity of any resolve and her grave and earnest attitude towards all questions of duty and propriety. She takes clan traditions very seriously and is determined to comport herself according to ancestral precedents.
In burst Almo, wide-eyed and panting. At him Brinnaria launched a sort of shriek of expostulation. "Why couldn't you ride! You call yourself a horseman! And you've come too late! I mustn't even kiss you good-bye. And I mustn't speak to you, I mustn't see you, I mustn't so much as think of you for thirty years, for thirty years, <for thirty years>!"
Great was her exultation when she perceived that it was no longer Brinnaria and Meffia who gave cause for concern to Causidiena, but Meffia and Brinnaria, great her triumph when she made sure that Causidiena had ceased worrying about her, or worried only at long intervals, but was perpetually solicitous concerning Meffia. Meffia was indeed a cause of solicitude.
And I wouldn't believe it of you if you were twice your age." "Oh," said Brinnaria, "I haven't acted like Caparronia and the two Oculatas, and I shouldn't if I were never so much left to myself. But you said yourself that Vesta can read my thoughts and I knew that without your telling me so.
At the corner of the Pearl-Dealers Exchange Almo halted, detaining her by her gripped left hand. "It is no use," he said; "we are too late. You might pass the portal of the Atrium alive, but you'd never get back alive. And I doubt if you could reach the portal through this heat. You'd scorch to death." "I shall reach the portal," Brinnaria declared, firmly. "But I'm not coming back through it.
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