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Philammon, who had had from the first no mind to plunder, stood watching Raphael with dumb wonder; and a shudder of regret, he knew not why, passed through him, as he Saw the mob tearing down pictures, and dashing statues to the ground.
In vain, now that the temptation had departed, he sat and waited for its reappearance, half cursing himself for having broken the spell. But the chamber was dark and silent henceforth; and Philammon, wearied out, found himself soon wandering back to the Laura in quiet dreams, beneath the balmy, semi-tropic night.
She did not look up for a few minutes; and Philammon could not help, in spite of his impatience, looking round the little room and contrasting its dirty splendour, and heavy odour of wine, and food, and perfumes, with the sunny grace and cleanliness of Greek houses.
'Well, thought Philammon, 'I have come out to see the world, and I seem, at this rate, to be likely to see enough of it. Peter turned at once, and fled as quickly as he had pursued; while Philammon, considering discretion the better part of valour, followed, and they rejoined their party breathless. 'There is an armed mob at the end of the street.
'Aha, rustic! unacquainted with the ancient and classical customs preserved in this centre of civilisation by the descendants of Alexander's heroes? Judith! clear the table. Now to the sanctuary of the Muses! Philammon rose, and finished his meal by a monkish grace. A gentle and reverent 'Amen' rose from the other end of the room. It was the negress.
And she stretched her arms imploringly toward the spectators, and then clasping the huge knees of the elephant, called madly to it in terms of passionate entreaty and endearment. The men wavered. The brute did not. Quietly he lowered his trunk, and set down Philammon on his feet. The monk was saved.
Five minutes more, and Wulf was gazing over the broken parapet, at the head of twenty terrified spectators, male and female, whom Pelagia's shriek had summoned. He alone suspected that Philammon had been there; and shuddering at the thought of what might have happened, he kept his secret. But all knew that Pelagia had been on the tower; all had seen the Amal go up thither. Where were they now?
'The weapons of my warfare are not of flesh and blood, but prayer and fasting, answered poor Philammon, who felt already that he should have ten times more need of the said weapons in Alexandria than ever he had had in the desert.... 'Let me go! I am not made for your life! I thank you, bless you! I will pray for you, sir! but let me go! 'Curse the craven hound! roared half a dozen voices.
But soon, attracted herself, as much as wishing to attract him, she employed him in copying manuscripts for her own use. She sent back his themes and declamations, corrected with her own hand; and Philammon laid them by in his little garret at Eudaimon's house as precious badges of honour, after exhibiting them to the reverential and envious gaze of the little porter.
He had seized his bait as greedily as a crocodile, and hurried off with it into Hypatia's chamber, while Philammon stood expectant; possessed with a new and fearful doubt. 'Degrade herself! 'Contaminate her purity! If that notion were to be the fruit of all her philosophy? If selfishness, pride, Pharisaism, were all its outcome? Why had they not been its outcome already?
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