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Except Meffia her co-Vestals were immediately liked and speedily loved by Brinnaria. Meffia, a month older than herself and looking six years younger, was a small, awkward, ungainly girl, with pale blue eyes, pale yellow hair and babyish pink complexion.
It so happened that Causidiena first questioned some of the maid-servants, who all hated Meffia and liked Brinnaria. Therefore the ones interrogated told a story as much at variance with the facts as they saw fit. Brinnaria, after she was again dry-clad, quaked inwardly in anticipation of Causidiena's wrath and suffered a good deal more at the thought of her pained, silent displeasure.
But I am really going to stop now and listen. State your wishes." "I'll have to make a long story of it," said Brinnaria, hesitatingly. "And one sixty times better worth listening to than ninety-nine out of a hundred of the long stories folks bore me with, I'll wager," said Commodus. "If it is long we'll get to the end quicker by beginning at once.
"If you were overheard you'd get into no end of trouble. Anyhow, Verus defers to Aurelius in everything, so that whatever Aurelius wishes is as if both wished it. And there never was a more p-p-pious Emperor than Aurelius. So the place is certain to be filled p-p-promptly." "At once, for sure," Brinnaria agreed. "I wonder who the victim will be? Do you suppose it will be Occurnea?"
Up spoke young Calvaster, his pasty face alight with a sort of malicious glee. "I passed Quartilla's travelling carriage at Varia last night. Quartilla was alive and well. I passed Brinnarius this morning at dawn, this side of Tibur. He was alive then and puffing." "How did you get here ahead of him?" Brinnaria interjected.
By the Lake the fog was, if possible, more impenetrable than elsewhere. The Grove, the lodging for the cripples and invalids who thronged the place to be cured, the vast halls about the temple, the temple itself, all were doubly whelmed in the darkness and the mist. Brinnaria made out only the six channelled vermilion columns of the temple portico and the black boughs of the sacred oak.
But Almo is at Falerii." "No, he's not," Flexinna retorted; "he's b-b-been in t-t-town t-t-ten d-d-days and has had the old house on the C-C-Carinae reopened. He's settling d-d-down to live in Rome." Brinnaria flushed. "I think," she said, scrambling to her feet, "that he might have had enough consideration for me to stay in the country." "So d-d-do I," said Flexinna.
When after his honorable discharge from the army he was at liberty to remain in Britain openly and to do as he liked? Can you see through it?" Flexinna and Vocco agreed that they saw no glimmer of light. "At least," Brinnaria summed up, "he is in Britain and we can arrange to prevent his leaving the island. Certainly we can have him watched, wherever he goes."
I'll have Utta rub me with salt and turpentine from neck to hips; I'll be asleep before she's done rubbing." "I'll come and see she does it properly," Causidiena said. "Better not," said Brinnaria. "Numisia and Bambilio need you worse than I do." "Why?" queried Causidiena. "After Bambilio was done beating me," Brinnaria explained calmly, "I beat him.
When her arm was tired she gave him a kick, threw the scourge on him and groped for Numisia. Numisia had sat up. "My child," she said, "why did you do it?" "I don't know," snarled Brinnaria. "I was furious. I did it before I thought. Are you hurt?" "No," said Numisia. "Don't tell anyone you pushed me. I'll never tell. I don't blame you, dear." She fainted again.
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