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Updated: June 5, 2025
And lastly, Aetion shall give her Roxana's lips. Nay, we can do better: have we not Homer, best of painters, though a Euphranor and an Apelles be present? Let him colour all like the limbs of Menelaus, which he says were 'ivory tinged with red. He too shall paint her calm 'ox- eyes, and the Theban poet shall help him to give them their 'violet' hue.
A little play is made with Jack's glass-house squalor and Roxana's magnificence de mauvais lieu, but not much: the gold-dust and deserts of Singleton are a necessary part of the "business," but nothing more.
He laughed at the idea, and went rambling on with a detailed account of his talk with the judge, and how shocked and ashamed the judge was to find that he had a coward in his family. He glanced up at last, and got a shock himself. Roxana's bosom was heaving with suppressed passion, and she was glowering down upon him with measureless contempt written in her face.
At first he had strongly urged that Roxana's child should be declared heir to the throne, to the exclusion of Aridæus. His secret motive in this was, that by governing as regent during the long minority of the infant, he might prepare the way for finally seizing the kingdom himself.
The constable hadn't anything handy to hit back with, so he discharged a discontented sniff, and said nothing. After the night that Wilson had partly revealed his scheme at his house, Tom had tried for several days to guess out the secret of the rest of it, but had failed. Then it occurred to him to give Roxana's smarter head a chance at it.
"Is he?" said Caesar, looking down at her kindly. "What Roxana's soul affirms by those rosy lips I can not but believe." Then again he paused, studying Alexander with a searching eye, and added: "You think me strong; but you will change that opinion which I value if I forgive you like a poor-spirited girl. You are in my power. You risked your life.
An imperial mantle, made for Cyrus the Great, and worn by Julius Caesar, Bajazet, King Harry the Eighth, and Signor Valentini. A basket-hilted sword, very convenient to carry milk in. Roxana's night-gown. Othello's handkerchief. The imperial robes of Xerxes, never worn but once. A wild boar killed by Mrs. A serpent to sting Cleopatra. A mustard-bowl to make thunder with.
The stars, as you know, proclaim to you, as to me, that a higher power has joined us as light and warmth are joined. Have you forgotten how we both felt only yesterday? Or am I mistaken? Has not Roxana's soul entered into that divinely lovely form because it longed for its lost companion spirit?"
What's be'n en gone en happen'?" "Well, there's one thing I didn't tell you. When I wouldn't fight, he tore up the will again, and " Roxana's face turned a dead white, and she said: "Now you's done! done forever! Dat's de end. Bofe un us is gwine to starve to " "Wait and hear me through, can't you!
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