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Damia gave a hasty, sidelong glance at her grandchild, and a cold chill ran through her; the girl stood and spoke with an air of inspiration she was full of the divinity as Damia thought, and the old woman herself felt as though she were in a temple and in the immediate presence of the Immortals.
Old Damia, however, had listened attentively to her indignant torrent of words, and had only shrugged her shoulders with a scornful smile at the implied accusation of herself.
They fled like a flock of doves on which a hawk comes swooping down; some were driven quite into the lake and others up against the paling of the shipyard, while Damia herself who was going through it all again in the midst of her efforts to rise to the divinity and the young wife whom she had vainly tried to shelter and support, were both knocked down.
The girl stood up, looking uneasily at the old woman; Damia nodded knowingly, as much as to say that they quite understood each other and again offered her hand to Dada; but Dada could not kiss it; she turned and followed the others more gravely than usual.
Constantine, who had come home a short time previously, had said nothing, but had accompanied the two women. While Constantine gazed with no unkindly feelings at the still face of Damia to whom, after all, he owed many a little debt of kindness and then turned to look at Gorgo who stood downcast, pale, and struggling to breathe calmly, Dame Marianne tried to proffer a few words of consolation.
"First I would tell him where the pretty mistress is hidden; and then say that he might hope once this evening perhaps he is not far off, he is quite near this... over there; do you see that little white house? It is a tavern and the host is a freedman attached to the lady Damia, and for money he would shut his shop up for a day, for a night, for many days.
"They know that their aged mistress, Damia, and I myself command the daemons of the upper and lower spheres, and that at a sign from her or from me they would instantly perish; and even if there were an Ephialtes among them, a spring through that loop-hole would save me. Be easy, my friend. Oracles and stars alike foretell me death from another cause than the treason of a slave."
Constantine, who had come home a short time previously, had said nothing, but had accompanied the two women. While Constantine gazed with no unkindly feelings at the still face of Damia to whom, after all, he owed many a little debt of kindness and then turned to look at Gorgo who stood downcast, pale, and struggling to breathe calmly, Dame Marianne tried to proffer a few words of consolation.
The steward led the van with Herse, talking freely in reply to her enquiries. His master, he said, was one of the great merchants of the city, whose wife had died twenty years since in giving birth to Gorgo. His two sons were at present absent on their travels. The old lady who had been so liberal in her treatment of the singers was Damia, the mother of Porphyrius.
All this excited Dada's sympathies to the highest pitch, but she listened with even greater attention when her gossip began to speak of Marcus, his mother, and his brother. In this the Egyptian slave was the tool of old Damia.
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