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If Dea Flavia chose to desire a slave she could satisfy the caprice, since no man's fortune could hold out against her own. This too did the praefect know. He himself was passing rich and would gladly have paid a large sum now, that he might prove the victor in this unequal contest but Dea Flavia had the law and boundless wealth on her side.
Heartily did I curse George Featherly for not holding his tongue. "Well," asked Flavia, "have you finished your business?" "Most satisfactorily," said I. "Come, shall we turn round? We are almost trenching on my brother's territory." We were, in fact, at the extreme end of the town, just where the hills begin to mount towards the Castle.
"Yes, at Gouache's I fancied your sister might have told you that," said Giovanni, growing more and more irritable, and yet not daring to change the subject, lest he should lose some valuable information. "Because Orsino makes her acquaintance accidentally, every one must say that he is in love with her." Flavia laughed. "My dear Giovanni," she answered. "Let us be frank.
"And if it is?" asked Michael, with his sour smile. "He'll be knocked on the head, brother," said I. "You won't play with him any more?" urged Flavia. "Perhaps I shall." "He might bite again." "Doubtless he'll try," said I, smiling. Thence I passed to a rapturous description of the hunting-lodge which he had lent me. But he rose suddenly to his feet.
"The gods will, when the time comes, speak through my mouth and make known their will through my dictates even as they have done hitherto even as they do at this moment when I tell thee that I desire to see thee married." "My lord hath spoken," she said calmly. "Do not think, O Dea Flavia," he continued, carried away by his own eloquence, "that I desire aught but thy happiness.
More than one great patrician had craved the honour of tying her shoe, more than one patrician hand had trembled whilst performing this service. And Dea Flavia smiled because already she guessed or thought that she guessed what would follow the tying of her shoe a humble kiss upon her foot, the natural homage of a man to her beauty and to her power.
"My dear," he replied sternly, "when matters of grave importance have been decided it is the duty of the head of the house to communicate the decision to the persons concerned." So Flavia was sent for, and appeared shortly, her pretty face and wicked black eyes expressing both surprise and anticipation. She was almost as dark as San Giacinto himself, though of a very different type.
"Thy vain pursuit, fond youth, give o'er, What more, alas! can Flavia do? Thy worth I own, thy fate deplore, All are not happy that are true." "But if revenge can ease thy pain, I'll soothe the ills I cannot cure, Tell thee I drag a hopeless chain, And all that I inflict endure!" Rather cold consolation, but an unexceptionable and moral sentiment.
Flavia! The word almost came from his lips in a cry of pain. Yet what was her purpose? He had been lured hither; but why? He tried to shake off the depression which weighed on him, and to think. His eyes fell on the table; he reflected that the answer would doubtless be found among the papers that lay on it.
Flavia sat with her eyes on the dead peat that cumbered the hearth for in the general excitement the fire had been suffered to go out and in a stupor of misery refused to be comforted. Of her plans, of her devotion, of her lofty resolves, this was the result. She had aspired, God knew how honestly and earnestly, for her race downtrodden and her faith despised, and this was the bitter fruit.
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