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There is no profession so lucrative as that which practises on the superstition of the multitude. Calenus had but one surviving relative at Pompeii, and that was Burbo.
'Sell our Nydia! no, indeed, said Stratonice, gruffly. Nydia sank back with a long sigh, and again clasped the robe of her protector. 'Nonsense! said Clodius, imperiously: 'you must oblige me. What, man! what, old dame! offend me, and your trade is ruined. Is not Burbo my kinsman Pansa's client? Am I not the oracle of the amphitheatre and its heroes?
'Why, she was here just before you entered; but she heard something that displeased her yonder, and vanished. Pollux! old Burbo had perhaps caught hold of some girl in the back room. I heard a female's voice crying out; the old dame is as jealous as Juno. 'Ho! excellent! cried Lepidus, laughing. 'Come, Clodius, let us go shares with Jupiter; perhaps he has caught a Leda.
I will join him, said Burbo; 'meanwhile, I say, keep a sharp eye on the cups attend to the score. Let them not cheat thee, wife; they are heroes, to be sure, but then they are arrant rogues: Cacus was nothing to them. 'Never fear me, fool! was the conjugal reply; and Burbo, satisfied with the dear assurance, strode through the apartment, and sought the penetralia of his house.
'Ho! girl, and how durst thou? thou lookest pale thou hast kept late revels? No matter, the young must be always the young, said Burbo, encouragingly. The girl made no answer, but she dropped on one of the seats with an air of lassitude.
'Thou shalt have it, said Clodius; adding in a whisper to Burbo, 'Yon Greek can make your fortune; money runs through him like a sieve: mark to-day with white chalk, my Priam. 'An dabis? said Glaucus, in the formal question of sale and barter. 'Dabitur, answered Burbo. 'Then, then, I am to go with you with you? O happiness! murmured Nydia.
'How, fool! said Burbo, in a savage voice, and his heavy brows met darkly over his fierce and bloodshot eyes; 'how, rebellious! Take care. 'I have said it, said the poor girl, crossing her hands on her breast. 'What! my modest one, sweet vestal, thou wilt go no more! Very well, thou shalt be carried.
I see thou art a man of merit and virtue; give me thy hand, my hero! 'Jolly old Burbo! cried the gladiators, applauding, 'staunch to the backbone. Give him thy hand, Lydon. 'Oh, to be sure, said the gladiator: 'but now I have tasted his blood, I long to lap the whole. 'By Hercules! returned the host, quite unmoved, 'that is the true gladiator feeling.
The ashes the pitchy streams sprinkled the altars, covered the pavement, and half concealed the quivering corpses of the priests! 'They are dead, said Burbo, terrified for the first time, and hurrying back into the cell. 'I thought not the danger was so near and fatal. The two wretches stood staring at each other you might have heard their hearts beat!
'Take her away, said Burbo, impatiently; 'I hate these whimperings. 'Come! said Stratonice, pushing the poor child by the shoulders. Nydia drew herself aside, with an air to which resolution gave dignity.
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