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Updated: May 22, 2025
Sachepris knows that he has sent out slaves to look for the pretty mistress. Send him a token write to my lord Marcus." "Write?" laughed Dada. "Girls learn other things in my country; but if I could shall I tell you something? I would not write him a line. Those who want me may seek me!"
You I shall never remember your name if I live to be as old as Damia...." "Sachepris, Sachepris is my name," said the woman, "but call me anything else you like. The lover I mean is the son of the rich Christian, Mary. A handsome man, my lord Marcus; and he has horses, such fine horses, and more gold pieces than the pebbles on the shore there.
You I shall never remember your name if I live to be as old as Damia. . . ." "Sachepris, Sachepris is my name," said the woman, but call me anything else you like. The lover I mean is the son of the rich Christian, Mary. A handsome man, my lord Marcus; and he has horses, such fine horses, and more gold pieces than the pebbles on the shore there.
Within a few minutes of her sending Sachepris to fetch her a pair of shoes, Medius had hailed her from the shore; he wanted to speak with Karnis, and having come on an ass it was not in vain that the incensed damsel entreated him to take her with him.
Within a few minutes of her sending Sachepris to fetch her a pair of shoes, Medius had hailed her from the shore; he wanted to speak with Karnis, and having come on an ass it was not in vain that the incensed damsel entreated him to take her with him.
Sachepris knows that he has sent out slaves to look for the pretty mistress. Send him a token write to my lord Marcus." "Write?" laughed Dada. "Girls learn other things in my country; but if I could shall I tell you something? I would not write him a line. Those who want me may seek me!"
"Sachepris can only obey, and if the pretty mistress were to tell my lady Damia . . ." "It was she then who sent for me to go to the little tavern?" The woman nodded. "And Marcus?" "If the pretty mistress had consented . . ." "Well?" "Then but Great Isis! if you tell of me!" "I will not tell; go on." "I should have gone to my lord Marcus and invited him, from you . . ."
"It is a lie!" exclaimed Gorgo. "No, no; it is true. Sachepris does not want her feet flayed, mistress," cried the slave. "Ask my lord Constantine himself." "Yes, I went on board," said Constantine. "Just as I was crossing the ship-yard a young girl dropped her fan into the lake. I fished it out at her request, and carried it back to her." "Yes, that was it," cried Sachepris.
You I shall never remember your name if I live to be as old as Damia. . . ." "Sachepris, Sachepris is my name," said the woman, but call me anything else you like. The lover I mean is the son of the rich Christian, Mary. A handsome man, my lord Marcus; and he has horses, such fine horses, and more gold pieces than the pebbles on the shore there.
The soldier heaved a sigh of relief and assented in silence, while the slave went on with her story: "And when my lord Constantine was gone, my lord Demetrius came and he but what should poor Sachepris say ask my lord Demetrius himself to tell you." "That is soon done," replied Demetrius, who had failed to understand a great deal of all that had been going forward.
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