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'But I understand it to be the Senator's wish that we should study his music rather than mine. She was disappointed, and did not try to hide it; but she was not used to asserting her own will, and her uncle's word had always been law in his house, to be obeyed whether he were present or not.
The closed number of the equites probably continued to subsist down to Sulla's time, when with the -de facto- abeyance of the censorship the basis of it fell away, and to all appearance in place of the censorial bestowal of the equestrian horse came its acquisition by hereditary right; thenceforth the senator's son was by birth an -eques-. Alongside, however, of this closed equestrian body, the -equites equo publico-, stood from an early period of the republic the burgesses bound to render mounted service on their own horses, who are nothing but the highest class of the census; they do not vote in the equestrian centuries, but are regarded otherwise as equites, and lay claim likewise to the honorary privileges of the equestrian order.
When, at the Senator's house, he heard that the Professor had decided to carry him away to Villa Mayda, he showed great pleasure, He loved this man, who was perhaps, as yet, incapable of faith, but was profoundly convinced that there are enigmas which science cannot solve; who was generous, haughty with the great, but gentle with the humble.
The senator's figure is not impressive, his voice less so, and he reads from manuscript, to the accompaniment of continual cries of "Louder!" A hook for Leviathan! "A great deal of dribble," said the senator, for little rocks sometimes strike fire, "has been heard about the 'will of the people."
One prod from those horns and the senator's son would be killed or badly hurt. As said before, Phil had gone on, thinking his chums would follow. He was already at the side of his horse, and speedily untied the animal, and vaulted into the saddle. "Why, what's up?" he cried, in dismay, as he turned, to behold Roger in the hole and Dave beside him. "Roger's foot is fast!" answered Dave.
"I met this morning, in the park, Baronne Warburg, mounted on a magnificent horse. She said, 'General, how do you manage to have such fine horses? I replied: Madame, to have fine horses, you must be either very wealthy or very clever." He was so well satisfied with his reply that he repeated it twice. Paul Vence came near Countess Martin: "I know that senator's name: it is Lyer.
"Some climb and no mistake!" murmured Dave. "Can you make it, Roger?" "Top or bust!" was the laconic answer. Scarcely had the senator's son spoken when there came a loud report from the front end of the car. "A blowout!" gasped Phil. "The front tire on this side has gone to pieces!" announced Bert. "Will you have to stop?" "Can't not here!" announced Roger, grimly.
He spent many hours in talking it over with the Senator after dinner. He went so far as to consider whether it would be worth his while to take the professorship of civil engineering in the new institution. But it was not the Senator's society nor his dinners at which this scapegrace remarked that there was too much grace and too little wine which attracted him to the horse.
He saw how greatly this firmly-expressed determination agitated and disturbed the old couple, and the senator's urgency led him to tell them, under the pledge of strict secrecy, what business it was that took him away and what a perilous enterprise he had before him.
You feel safe before me alone, but you are in much greater danger than you think. You don't seem to realize that I am holding your lives in my hand." Helen's cheeks blanched at this. "I do realize it." There was a slight quaver in the Senator's voice, although he tried to speak with easy grace.
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