Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
But an obstacle intervened before he could do so. A large and splendid barge had drawn up close to the platform, and shouts were heard from the tribune and from the mob which had till now looked on in breathless suspense and profound silence: "Susannah's barge!" "Look at the Nile, look at the river!" "It is the water-wagtail Philammon's rich heiress!" "A pretty sight!"
'Well, old cat, and what mouse are you on the watch for, at the hole's mouth here? 'Just come inside, and see whether the mice will not singe your whiskers for you.... 'Here is my mouse, gentlemen, answered the old monk, with a bow and a smile, as he laid his hand on Philammon's arm, and presented to his astonished eyes the delicate features and high retreating forehead of Arsenius.
The traitor! The heretic! He holds communion with heathens! And he was in Hypatia's lecture-room this morning!" A rush took place at the youth, but Philammon's blood was up. The ring of monks were baying at him like hounds round a bear, and, against such odds, the struggle would be desperate.
Cyril heard Philammon's story and Hypatia's message with a quiet smile, and then dismissed the youth to an afternoon of labour in the city, commanding him to mention no word of what had happened, and to come to him that evening and receive his order when he should have had time to think over the matter.
And Philammon's heart re-echoed the spirit of his age, when he felt that for an apostate like himself it were presumptuous to entreat for any light or help from the fountain-head itself. He who had denied his Lord, he who had voluntarily cut himself off from the communion of the Catholic Church how could he restore himself?
Philammon's eyes were bursting from his head with shame and horror: and yet he could not hate her; not even despise her.
Wulf sat silent for a few minutes, while Philammon's thoughts reverted at once to the new purpose for which alone life seemed worth having.... To find his sister! That one thought had in a few hours changed and matured the boy into the man.
'I did what I could to save her! answered Philammon. 'I know it. Forgive the words which I just spoke. Did we not both love her? And the little wretch sat down by Philammon's side, and as the blood dripped from his wounds upon the pavement, broke out into a bitter agony of human tears.
He never was drunk in his life, I'll warrant, poor fellow, and it's high time for him to begin. And the Amal laid a good-natured bear's paw on Philammon's shoulder, who hung back in perplexity, and cast a piteous look towards Wulf. Wulf answered it by a shake of the head which gave Philammon courage to stammer out a courteous refusal.
The gorgeous mazes of Coleridge no longer imprisoned her fancy; it wandered mid the silence, and desolation, and sand rivulets of the Thebaid desert; through the date groves of the lonely Laura; through the museums of Alexandria. Over the cool, crystal depths of "Hypatia" her thirsty spirit hung eagerly. In Philammon's intellectual nature she found a startling resemblance to her own.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking