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Updated: June 3, 2025
No, noble Julia, I have no flowers to sell. 'I heard that thou wert purchased by the beautiful Greek Glaucus; is that true, pretty slave? asked Julia. 'I serve the Neapolitan, Ione, replied Nydia, evasively. 'Ah! and it is true, then...
When Glaucus returned to Pompeii, Nydia had told another year of life; that year, with its sorrows, its loneliness, its trials, had greatly developed her mind and heart; and when the Athenian drew her unconsciously to his breast, deeming her still in soul as in years a child when he kissed her smooth cheek, and wound his arm round her trembling frame, Nydia felt suddenly, and as by revelation, that those feelings she had long and innocently cherished were of love.
Scarce had he gained the spot where Nydia was, than he heard steps advancing towards the house, and recognized the voice of Arbaces, who had returned to seek his wealth and Ione ere he fled from the doomed Pompeii.
It was customary for men of rank to be accompanied to the shows of the amphitheatre by a procession of their slaves and freedmen; and the long 'family' of Arbaces were already arranged in order, to attend the litter of their lord. Only, to their great chagrin, the slaves in attendance on Ione, and the worthy Sosia, as gaoler to Nydia, were condemned to remain at home.
There was an impatient and fretful cry without the cell; the throng gave way, and the blind girl, led by some gentler hand, flung herself at the feet of Glaucus. 'It is I who have saved thee, she sobbed; now let me die! 'Nydia, my child! my preserver! 'Oh, let me feel thy touch thy breath! Yes, yes, thou livest! We are not too late!
The hours thus painful to Nydia passed rapidly and delightfully to him, and the twilight had already darkened ere he once more dismissed her to Ione with a fresh letter and with new flowers.
It was then, in that fearful burning mood, her heart beating, her cheek flushing, that Nydia awaited the possibility of Glaucus's return before the night. He crossed the portico just as the first stars began to rise, and the heaven above had assumed its most purple robe. 'Ho, my child, wait you for me? 'Nay, I have been tending the flowers, and did but linger a little while to rest myself.
He went on lamenting the loss of so delightful a show, and accusing the injustice of Arbaces for singling him out from all his fellows to be converted into a gaoler; and ere he had half finished, Nydia, with a deep sigh, recovered the sense of life. 'Thou sighest, blind one, at my loss! Well, that is some comfort. So long as you acknowledge how much you cost me, I will endeavor not to grumble.
"And the minister?" asked Saint-Prosper, mechanically. "He brought her; he compromised on a Roundhead costume, himself! But we must be off. Au revoir; don't be backward; the ladies are all military-mad. It may be a field of arms" casting his glance over the assemblage of fashionably dressed ladies, with a quizzical smile "but not hostile arms! Come, Celestina Nydia, I mean!"
'But how camest thou, Nydia, whispered Ione, 'to surmise so faithfully the danger I was exposed to? Didst thou know aught of the Egyptian? 'Yes, I knew of his vices. 'And how? 'Noble Ione, I have been a slave to the vicious those whom I served were his minions. 'And thou hast entered his house since thou knewest so well that private entrance?
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