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"Yes, but who are you?" "Selene is my name, I am the daughter of the palace-steward." "And who is Pollux, whom you were calling to help you when you recovered your senses?" "What does that matter to you?" Antinous colored, and answered in confusion: "I was startled when you suddenly roused up, with his name so loudly on your lips, when I brought you back to life with water and this essence."
Pontius meanwhile sought his chief foreman to ask him whether he had delivered his orders to Keraunus, the palace-steward, to come to him, and to put the cressets and lamps commonly used for the external illuminations, at the service of his workmen.
"That she is the daughter of Keraunus, the palace-steward, and that I have known her from her childhood," answered the youthful artist emphatically. "He is a Roman citizen, and of an old Macedonian house as well." "Perhaps even of royal descent," added Titianus, laughing. "I know the man," answered the dealer hastily. "He is an impecunious insolent old fool."
"Our big dog threw the poor thing down." "In the street?" "No, at Lochias. Her father is Keraunus the palace-steward." "And her name is Arsinoe?" asked Verus with undisguised concern, for he had a pleasant recollection of the beautiful child who had been selected to fill the part of Roxana. "No, her name is Selene, Arsinoe indeed is her younger sister."
The palace-steward, to whom Selene had called up his younger daughter, had just returned from the meeting of the citizens; and his old black slave, who always accompanied him when he went out, took the saffron- colored pallium from his shoulders, and from his head the golden circlet, with which he loved to crown his curled hair when he quitted the house.
The palace-steward, to whom Selene had called up his younger daughter, had just returned from the meeting of the citizens; and his old black slave, who always accompanied him when he went out, took the saffron-colored pallium from his shoulders, and from his head the golden circlet, with which he loved to crown his curled hair when he quitted the house.
"Now, I ask you," continued Hadrian, gravely, and without allowing himself to yield to the lad's beseeching looks, "how could this object have passed into the possession of one of the daughters of the wretched palace-steward Keraunus from whom Hiram confessed that he had bought it?"
You pointed out to me just now the residence of the palace-steward. Might we not find there a morsel of meat or cheese, or something of the kind?" "Hardly," replied Pontius. "For the man stuffs his fat stomach and his eight children with bread and porridge. But an attempt will at any rate be worth making."
I have told you his father was a freedman of the former prefect Claudius Balbillus, and by the favor of the Roman his father rose and grew rich. He is the descendant of slaves, and you expect that I shall be his obedient humble servant, whenever he chooses to call me?" "But father, my dear father, it is not the son of Ptolemy, but the palace-steward that he desires shall go to hire."
"Then lay aside your tools for a quarter of an hour and help me and the palace-steward to demolish the food that has been sent me." "You will need no second assistant if Keraunus is there. Food melts before him like ice before the sun." "Then come and save him from an overloaded stomach." "Impossible, for I am just now dealing most unmercifully with a bowl full of cabbage and sausages.
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