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Small, obscure, insignificant as it was, this little token touched the fibre in the Pagan's shattered mind which the all-eloquent form and presence of its hapless mistress had failed to reach; his memory flew back instantly to the garden on the Pincian Mount, and to his past duties in Numerian's household, but spoke not to him of the calamities he had wreaked since that period on his confiding master.
As he spoke, the Christian knelt at the Pagan's feet. It was terrible to see the man of affection and integrity thus humbled before the man of heartlessness and crime. Ulpius turned to behold him, then without a word he raised him from the ground, and thrusting him to the window, pointed with flashing eyes to the wide view without.
Contrasted as he now was with the shrunken figure of the spirit-broken stranger, he looked almost sublime. A succession of protracted shuddering ran through the Pagan's frame, but he neither wept nor spoke.
She was ready to cry torrents, but there must be absolute castigation before this criminal shall conceive the sense of regret; and probably then she will cling to her wickedness the more such is the born Pagan's tenacity! Mrs. Berry sighed, and gave him back his shake of the head. O you wanton, improvident creature! said he. O you very wise old gentleman! said she.
'Why do you weep to me about your broken lute? answered Ulpius, with a dull, unmeaning smile; 'it was not I that destroyed it! 'They have slain him! she shrieked distractedly, heedless of the Pagan's reply. 'I saw them draw their swords on him! See, his blood is on me me! Antonina, whom he protected and loved! Look there; that is a grave his grave I know it!
It was near daybreak; the moon shone faintly in the dull, grey heaven; a small, vaporous rain was sinking from the shapeless clouds; the waning night showed bleak and cheerless to the earth, but cast no mournful or reproving influence over the Pagan's mind. He looked round on his solitary lurking place, and beheld no human figure in its lonely recesses.
He arrived at the breach, at the commencement of the dialogue above related, and heard with delight the sentinel's noisy resolution to amuse his companion in spite of himself. The louder and the longer the man talked, the less probable was the chance that the Pagan's labours in the interior of the wall would be suspected or overheard.
'You speak to Chloe, she said. 'Catherine is a buried person. She died without pain. She is by this time dust. The man heaved his breast. 'Women have not an idea of our temptations. 'You are excused by me for all your errors, Caseldy. Always remember that. He sighed profoundly. 'Ay, you have a Christian's heart. She answered, 'I have come to the conclusion that it is a Pagan's.
And maybe there is no going forth; only a blackness at the last, when all stops all stops, for ever and ever and ever, amen! ...Amen so be it. Ah, I even can't believe in that! I can't even believe in God and Heaven and the hereafter. I am a pagan, with a pagan's heart and a pagan's ways." She shuddered again and closed her eyes for a moment.
They searched and found the piece of armor, with the initials of the Christian and surname which had belonged to the philosopher in his life as a soldier, centuries before. This puzzled me, for you see now don't laugh something had formerly happened to me very much like the Pagan's experience. I don't care much for books, and from a child have always read the same one.
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