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Hermas as he spoke stroked the arm of the shepherdess, pressed a kiss on her small, cold hand, and softly folded it with the other across her bosom. "How did the girl get into the battle with the men?" asked Petrus. "But you can tell me that in my own house. Come and be our guest as long as it pleases you, and until you go forth into the world; thanks are due to you from us all."
Did you ever love a woman, Paulus?" "You ought to be asleep," said Paulus in a warning tone. "Who ever lived nearly half a century without feeling love! Now I will not speak another word, and you must take this drink that Petrus has sent for you." The senator's medicine was potent, for the sick man fell asleep and did not wake till broad day lighted up the cave.
But there was a man in Marseilles; Petrus Libertas by name, whose ancestors had gained this wholesome family appellation by a successful effort once made by them to rescue the little town of Calvi, in Corsica, from the tyranny of Genoa. Peter Liberty needed no prompting to vindicate, on a fitting occasion, his right to his patronymic.
At last Petrus turned to his guest and said, "You were to tell me how the shepherdess Miriam lost her life in the struggle. She had run away from our house " "Up the mountain," added Hermas. "She supplied my poor father with water like a daughter." "You see, mother," interrupted Marthana, "she was not bad-hearted I always said so."
"How do you come to know her?" asked his father. "She lives in Petrus' house," replied the lad, "and as she had heard of your wound " "Take her my thanks when you go there to-morrow morning," said Stephanus. "To her and to her husband too. Is he a Gaul?" "I believe so nay, certainly," answered Hermas, "they call him the lion, and he is no doubt a Gaul?"
Such a deed is just like him the brave faithful friend! But such shameful suspicion and disgrace shall not weigh upon him a moment longer!" "You are speaking to an older man," said Petrus angrily interrupting the youth's vehement speech. "Your friend acknowledged with his own lips " "Then he told a lie out of pure goodness," Hermas insisted. "The sheepskin that the Gaul found was mine.
He told her that Petrus himself had advised him to try his strength out in the world, and he confided to her that if his father got well, he meant to be a soldier, and do great deeds.
Only just in time, however, for Jefferson, hearing the noise, rushed out, in scanty costume, it is true, but fully armed with pistol and bowie knife, and eager for the fray. "What is the matter?" he demanded. Petrus explained briefly. Jefferson rushed to the door and fired two shots after the fugitives, who, however, managed to get away.
Petrus heaved a sigh of relief, for he had not till now been perfectly convinced of his son's innocence; but, far from triumphing or making Phoebicius feel the injustice he had done him, he said kindly for he felt some sympathy with the Gaul in his misfortune: "I wish the messenger could also give some news of your wife's retreat; she found it hard to accommodate herself to the dull life here in the oasis, perhaps she has only disappeared in order to seek a town which may offer more variety to such a beautiful young creature than this quiet spot in the desert."
"Sirona has not yet reappeared," replied Petrus, "and perhaps but just now you mentioned the name of Paulus, who was so dear to you and your father. Do you know that it was he who so shamelessly ruined the domestic peace of the centurion?" "Paulus!" cried Hermas. "How can you believe it?" "Phoebicius found his sheepskin in his wife's room," replied Petrus gravely.
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