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In reply to the leech's anxious, long drawn "Dead?" he nodded silently; and when Philippus, clasping his hands to his temples, cried out: "Dead! My poor old Rufinus dead! But how, in Heaven's name, did it happen? Speak, man, speak!" Gibbus pointed to the old philosopher and said: "Come out then, with me, Master. No third person. . . ."
Now go to work. Our sturdy friend Krates will work for you dear Knakias until your finger is healed. When the bread is distributed remember, each of you, the children of our poor deceased brother Philammon. You, poor Gibbus, will find your labors bitter to-day.
Do you understand?" "Certainly," said Paula. "And you, Pul?" "I am not quite sure. I should be better pleased to be simply told: 'We ought not to have made such flattering speeches; they may vex a young girl." "Very good, my straightforward child," laughed her father. "But look, there is the man! Here, good Gibbus come here!
And yet, no; it is best so; for if he if it had damaged my right shoulder I could not write, and I must I must-before it is too late. A tablet and stylus; quick, quick! And when I have written, good mother, close the tablet and seal it close and tight. Promise! Only one person may read it, he to whom it must go. Gibbus, do you hear, Gibbus? It is for Philippus the leech. Take it to him.
But Gibbus firmly declined the offer, saying he wished to return to his old mistress.
Now go to work. Our sturdy friend Krates will work for you dear Knakias until your finger is healed. When the bread is distributed remember, each of you, the children of our poor deceased brother Philammon. You, poor Gibbus, will find your labors bitter to-day.
Then he desired Gibbus to wake Rufinus and the shipwrights, and to hide all the nuns in the cabin. "They will be packed as close as the dates sent to Rome in boxes," muttered the gardener, as he went to call Rufinus.
And as you pass by, just glance at our little garden; we grieved to see the fine old palm-tree perish; but now a young and vigorous shoot is growing from the root." "It has been drooping since yesterday and will die away," replied Philippus shrugging his shoulders. But the old man exclaimed: "Water it, Gibbus! the palm-tree must be watered at once."
But why has Philippus not come to take leave of me?" Dame Joanna burst into tears: "That-that is so hard too! What has come over him that he has deserted us, and just now of all times? Ah, husband! If you love me, take Gibbus with you on the voyage." "Yes, master, take me," the hunchbacked gardener interposed.
Then he desired Gibbus to wake Rufinus and the shipwrights, and to hide all the nuns in the cabin. "They will be packed as close as the dates sent to Rome in boxes," muttered the gardener, as he went to call Rufinus.
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