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It had an innocence in its look, and also a tenderness, which bespoke both Maid and Mother, and so transported Callista, that she must needs advance towards her, out of love and reverence.
The corpse of another woman could without difficulty be found to be her representative, and she herself would be carried off to the camp. Meanwhile, to return to the prisoner herself, what was the consolation, what the occupation of Callista in this waiting time, ere the Proconsul had sent his answer?
“What is your name?” said the judge. She answered, “Callista.” The judge then asked if she was a freewoman or a slave. She answered, “Free; the daughter of Orsilochus, lapidary, of Proconnesus.” Some conversation then went on among the magistrates as to her advocate or defensor. Aristo presented himself, but the question arose whether he was togatus.
As Callista approached to the scene of her suffering, the expression of her countenance had so altered that a friend would scarce have known it. There was a tenderness in it and a modesty which never had been there in that old time.
“I don’t see they are worse than other people,” said Juba; “not at all, except that they are commonly sneaks. If Callista turns, why should not I turn too, mother, to keep her company, and keep your hand in?” “No, no, my boy,” returned the witch, “you must serve my master. You are having your fling just now, but you will buckle to in good time. You must one day take some work with my merry men.
And in that human form He opens His arms and woos us to return to Him, our Maker. This is our Worship, this is our Love, Callista.” “You talk as Chione,” Callista answered; “only that she felt, and you teach. She could not speak of her Master without blushing for joy.... And Agellius, when he said one word about his Master, he too began to blush....”
Wonderful things have happened; Callista is in prison on the charge of Christianity; I was in a sort of prison myself, or what was worse for my soul; and Juba, my brother, in the strangest of ways, has this morning let me out.
Cheer up, my lass, and sing us a stave or two, as we go; for I’ll pledge a cyathus of unmixed, that, if you choose, you can warble notes as sweet as the manna gum.” Callista was silent, but she was perfectly collected, and ready to avail herself of any opportunity to better her condition.
Dear Callista! you will be lost because you are a foreigner!” and the passionate youth began to tear his hair. “O Cornelius!” he continued, “if you can do anything for us! Oh! she shall sing and dance to you; she shall come and kneel down to you, and embrace your knees, and kiss your feet, as I do, Cornelius!” and he knelt down, and would have taken hold of Cornelius’s beard.
She was reclining on her couch, and she sat up. She was not equal to a controversy, nor did she mean to have one, whatever might be the case with him. “Callista, my life and joy, dear Callista,” said her brother, “I have brought the greatest man in Sicca to see you.” Callista cast upon him an earnest look, which soon subsided into indifference.
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