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But her voice was so weak that it did not reach the person addressed, so turning to the prefect, she said: "I beg of you to call Verus to me, the praetor Lucius Aurelius Verus." Titianus immediately obeyed. As he entered the hall he had already exchanged friendly greetings with the man to whom the Empress wished to speak.
During this conversation Verus had entered the room; he was following the Emperor everywhere to-day for he hoped to hear him say a word as to his observation of the heavens, and yet he did not dare to ask him what he had discovered from them. When he saw that Hadrian was occupied he made a chamberlain conduct him to Antinous.
"If the bust is successful I will take him with me to Rome." "I will sit to him with pleasure," said the girl. "The bright young fellow took my fancy." "And Balbilla his," added the praetor's wife; he gazed at her as a marvel, and she promised him that, with your permission, she would place her face at his disposal for three hours to-morrow." "He begins with the head," interposed Verus.
Here the Sarmatian broke off abruptly, and Verus rightly guessed that Antinous had remembered his presence in the Emperor's room and had signed to the slave to be silent. But the listener had learnt enough. The favorite had told his master a lie, and the suicide of the steward's daughter was a pure romance.
"The emperors," continued the burgomaster, "who immediately succeeded Tiberius were the cause of the wisdom which displayed itself in the good Trajan also a Spaniard and in Antoninus, Verus, and the rest: If you think that this city, by the banishment of a certain number of persons, will be content to abandon the profession of the reformed faith, you are much mistaken.
"Get into the Jew's house, we don't want to hear children's stories " "Be quiet there!" "Hush now listen; from the sheep he will go on to the wolves." "Not wolves it will be a she-wolf!" some one shouted in the throng. "Do not mention the horrid things!" laughed Verus but listen to me. Well, the child set his little sheep up in a row each one close to the next. He was a weaver's son.
The messenger hurried off, and Verus, turning his ass's head soon reached a semicircular pillared hall on the shady side of a large open space, under which the better sort of gardeners and flower dealers of the city exposed their gay and fragrant wares to be sold by pretty girls.
With two long, noiseless steps Verus went close to the door leading into the adjoining room, and listened for the slave's answer, though a less sharp ear than that of the praetor might have heard every syllable. "How should I have seen her?" asked the Sarmatian sharply. "She is still suffering and in bed.
You are the wife of Verus Caesar; you are certain of it if no signs and omens come to frighten Hadrian." In a few eager words, which betrayed not merely the triumph of a lucky gambler, but also true emotion and gratitude, he related all that had passed in Sabina's room.
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