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There’s a gay hour coming before Zeus claps the lid over you in Tartarus.” “Peace,” commanded the navarch, who betwixt Phormio’s shouts, Lampaxo’s howls, and Hiram’s moans was at his wit’s end. “Has no one on this ship kept aboard his senses?” “If you will be so good, sir captain,” the third Hellene at last broke his silence, “you will hearken to me.” “Who are you?”
“On what?” Lampaxo’s voice was soft as broken glass. “Years increase. I shan’t live long. We are childless. I will provide for you in my will by giving you in marriage to Hyperphon.” “Hyperphon!” screamed the virago, “Hyperphon the beggarly hunchback, the laughing-stock of Athens! O Mother Hera!—but I see the villain’s aim. You are weary of me. Then divorce me like an honourable man.
The Thracian promised to do his part. His affection for Democrates was clearly not the warmest. Lampaxo’s farewell, as Phormio guided his half-dazed companion into the street, was a futile struggle and a choking. The ways were empty and silent. Glaucon allowed himself to be led by the hand and did not speak. He hardly knew how or whither Phormio was taking him.
The scoundrelly grain-dealer is stripped of all he possesses and sent away to beg in exile. A noble service to Athens!” “Despite the evidence,” murmured Clearchus; but Lampaxo’s shrill voice answered her brother:— “It’s my opinion you jurors should look into a case directly opposite this house. Spies, I say, Persian spies.”
Don’t detain me, philotata,”—Lampaxo’s skinny hand had tried to restrain. “I’ll not let even a dog suffer.” “You’ll be ruined by too much charity,” bewailed the woman, but Bias followed the fishmonger into the night. The moon shone down the narrow street, falling over the stranger who half lay, half squatted by the Hermes.
“Nip him tight, little wife,” called Phormio, for once regarding his spouse with supreme satisfaction. “It’s a dainty morsel you have in your mouth. Chew it well!” Lampaxo’s attackers paused an instant, uncertain how to release the Etruscan. To their threats of torture the woman was deaf as the mainmast, and still the Etruscan screamed.
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