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Updated: June 4, 2025
'What! have you seen her? asked Philammon, with a flutter of the heart. 'If you mean, did she mention you, why, then, yes! 'How? how? 'Talked of a young Phoebus Apollo without mentioning names, certainly, but in the most sensible, and practical, and hopeful way the wisest speech that I have heard from her this twelvemonth. Philammon blushed scarlet.
'And what if Pelagia herself were your sister? Philammon was bursting forth in some passionate answer, when the old man stopped him and went on slowly, looking him through and through
And she sprang from the platform into his arms, and then, covering her face with both her hands, sank down among the bloodstained sand. A yell ran along the vast circle. Philammon was hurried away by the attendants, and Pelagia, her face still hidden by her hands, walked slowly away and vanished among the palms at the back of the stage.
But man can no more live upon Platonic love than on the more prolific species of that common ailment; and for the first month Philammon would have gone hungry to his couch full many a night, to lie awake from baser causes than philosophic meditation, had it not been for his magnanimous host, who never lost heart for a moment, either about himself, or any other human being.
'But he has deceived you! You have found out your mistake. Leave him, then, as he deserves! Pelagia looked up, with something of a tender smile. 'Poor darling! Little do you know of love! Philammon, utterly bewildered by this newest and strangest phase of human passion, could only gasp out 'But do you not love me, too, my sister? 'Do I not love you? But not as I love him!
She held on for a few yards towards the torch-lit mob, which was surging and roaring in the main street above, then turned suddenly into a side alley, and vanished; while Philammon lay groaning upon the pavement, without a purpose or a hope upon earth.
Where, too, was the hated figure of the Amal? and Wulf, and Smid? The men came on, led by Goderic and Agilmund, with folded arms, knitted brows, downcast eyes: a stern disgust, not unmingled with shame, on every countenance, told Philammon afresh of his sister's infamy. Goderic passed him close, and Philammon summoned up courage to ask for Wulf.... Pelagia he had not courage to name.
She saw him look up at her, dropped her eyes modestly, and bustled away with the remnants, while Philammon and his host started for Hypatia's lecture-room. 'Your wife is a Christian? asked he when they were outside the door. 'Ahem ! The barbaric mind is prone to superstition.
'Ah! said poor Philammon, blushing scarlet at the sense of his own dulness, 'I am, indeed, not worthy to have such wisdom wasted upon my imperfect apprehension.... But, if I may dare to ask.... does not Apollonius regard the circle, like all other curves, as not depending primarily on its own centre for its existence, but as generated by the section of any cone by a plane at right angles to its axis?
That I may now ascertain whether or not my surmises were correct, I ask you for what purpose are you come hither? Philammon hailed the question as a godsend. Now for his message! And yet he faltered as he answered, with a desperate effort, 'To rebuke you for your sins. 'My sins!
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