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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Colossus of Memnon!" cried Chilo, with fear. But there was no threat in the eyes of Vinicius; hence the old Greek's alarm vanished quickly.
Agias longed to spring forth and throttle him, but such an act would have been folly. The young Greek's prison was sufficiently cramped and stuffy; but for a moment Agias tried to persuade himself that he had only to wait with patience until Pratinas should be gone, and no one would be the worse. An exclamation from the room without dispelled this comforting illusion.
Had he caught the blow upon the flat of his sword, it would have been shivered to atoms beyond all doubt. Toro saw his chance. Nor was he at all slow to avail himself of it. Quick as thought, another blow fell, and out of his grasp flew the Greek's blade. He lay prostrate at the mercy of his adversary. "Beg your life," cried Toro, planting his heavy foot firmly upon his adversary's chest.
With his arms folded on his breast stood Tostig; his face was beautiful as a Greek's, in all save the forehead, which was low and lowering. Sleek and trim were his bright chestnut locks; and his arms were damascened with silver, for he was one who loved the pomp and luxury of war.
"A great deal," said Pratinas, who knew perfectly how to cringe low, yet preserve his ascendency; "first of all, it is very necessary that the murderers of the amiable Drusus should receive a meet reward for their crime that justice should be speedy and severe." "Man!" cried Dumnorix, griping the Greek's arm in his tremendous clutch. "What are you asking?"
Whether Plato or Aristophanes or even Thucydides, the Greek's feet touched the earth, touched it lovingly, though it might only be with the pressure of a toe, but there were always wings to his feet, he was always the embodiment of all that he symbolised in Hermes. The speech of the Greek flies, but the speech of the Roman sinks.
The fingers about to close on the handle of the revolver grew limp, the Greek's head, a hideous, scarcely recognizable mass, slumped to one side and lay perfectly still. An instant longer the Ramblin' Kid looked at him, then reached over, picked up his gun and slipped it into the holster at his hip. As he straightened up, Tom Poole, the marshal, rushed into the pool-room.
The husband of her friend Gula had returned on his ship and learned that his wife had gone to the Greek's studio. He had raged like a madman, and turned the unfortunate woman pitilessly out of doors after sunset. Her own parents had only been induced to receive her with great difficulty.
The husband of her friend Gula had returned on his ship and learned that his wife had gone to the Greek's studio. He had raged like a madman, and turned the unfortunate woman pitilessly out of doors after sunset. Her own parents had only been induced to receive her with great difficulty.
"That is enough, young man," said Serapion, interrupting the Greek's flow of words. "This young girl belongs to the temple, and any one who is tempted to speak to her as if she were a flute-player will have to deal with me, her protector.
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