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Verus was not stupid enough to refuse, and at the hour when the Parthians turned ugly, he needed little urging to set out for the East, dreaming, as he did so, of creating there an empire that should be wholly his. At that time Faustine must have been at least twenty-eight, possibly thirty. There were matrons who had not seen their fifteenth year, and Faustine had been married young.
I suppose it needs a certain kindred perversion, in the reader, to know the shudder of the loss, more dear than life, of such as these! The more normal memory of man will still continue repeating the liturgical syllables of a very different requiem: "O daughters of dreams and of stories, That Life is not wearied of yet Faustine, Fragoletta, Dolores, Felise, and Yolande and Julette!"
"There would be the devil and all to pay if anything went wrong." The mare was brought over the next morning. She was a shining bay, and her name was Faustine. In the afternoon Captain Osborn took her out. He rode her far and learned her thoroughly before he brought her back. She was as lively as a kitten, but as kind as a dove. Nothing could have been better tempered and safer.
It seemed so heavenly in the rose garden at Palstrey to-day, to walk about among those thousands of blooming lovely things breathing scent and nodding their heavy, darling heads." "The roads are in a beautiful condition for riding," Hester said, "and Alec says that Faustine is perfect. You ought to begin to-morrow morning. Shall you?"
"Alec is very determined that you shall be safe on Faustine," Hester said to Emily. "He takes her out every day." "It is very good of him," answered Emily. Hester thought she looked a trifle nervous, and wondered why. She did not say anything about the riding lessons, and in fact had seemed of late less eager and interested. In the first place, it had been Alec who had postponed, now it was she.
She's drivelling about it, drivelling!" Alec Osborn threw back his head, drawing in a hard breath which was almost a snort of fury. "By God!" he cried, "if she went out on Faustine now, she would not come back!" His rage had made him so far beside himself that he had said more than he intended, far more than he would have felt safe.
"But the Saturday brought word that the Count was not coming this week, being in Rome on business, and unable to return in time; so for a whole Sunday we were promised peace; and made bold plans accordingly. There was no further merit in hushing this thing up. 'Let him who wins her take and keep Faustine. Yes, but let him win her openly, or lose her and be damned to him!
"I told you I meant to know Faustine thoroughly before I let you mount her. She is ready for you now. Can you take your first lesson to-morrow?" "I I don't quite know," she hesitated. "I will tell you a little later. Where is Hester?" Hester was in the drawing-room. She was lying on a sofa before an open window and looking rather haggard and miserable.
He talked, and the formidable epopee of the Roman legend was evoked, interpreted by the fervent Christian in that mystical and providential sense, which all, indeed, proclaims in that spot, where the Mamertine prison relates the trial of St. Peter, where the portico of the temple of Faustine serves as a pediment to the Church of St.
The title-page bears Lampridus' name, but there is some doubt as to the authorship. However, whoever made the abridgment of the life of Commodus which appears among the chronicles of the Scriptores Historiae Augustae, says that before his birth Faustine dreamed she had engendered a serpent.
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