Ænone: A Tale of Slave Life in Rome

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J. Bradburn, 1867 - 308 pages
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Page 62 - ... newly risen moon, ^Enone hastily assented, and started upon her homeward route. Clinging closely to the side of her bond-woman, not daring to look back for a parting adieu to her father, who stood at the door leaning upon his sword, and grimly smiling with delight at fancying his child at last attended as became a scion of the house of Porthenus — not regarding the half-smothered oaths and exclamations of contempt with which the...
Page 77 - When from ^Enone's troubled gaze, the half-blinding film which the agitation of her apprehensive mind had gathered, passed away, she no longer saw before her a proudly erect figure, flashing out from dark, wild eyes its defiant mastery, but a form again bent low in timorous supplication, and features once more overspread with a mingled imprint of sorrowful resignation, trusting devotion, and pleading humility. That gleam of malicious triumph which had so brightened up the face of the slave, had come...
Page 81 - ... lips, who could doubt her ? But marking the haughtiness of pride with which at times she drew up her slight figure to its utmost height, the ray of scorn and malice which flashed from those eyes, and the lines of firm, unpitying determination which gathered about the compressed corners of those lips, who could help fearing and distrusting her ? Time or chance alone could resolve the question, and meanwhile, what course could ^Enone take...
Page 24 - ... long tress of hair ! How foolish she had been to give it to him ; and how earnestly he had vowed that he would come back some day, no longer poor and forlorn, but in his own two-masted vessel, with full banks of oars, manned by the slaves whom he would capture, and would then bear her away unto his own home ! And how, like a silly girl, she had believed him, as though wandering...
Page 42 - JEnone reproached herself for her suspicions. Surely she had done wrong in distrusting him for the coldness of his greeting. He may have meant nothing but love and kindness, and have been weighed down by cares and anxieties which she could not comprehend. Had he not said that something had made him angry ? He, the great imperator to have been ruffled by the conduct of a low comedian, whose .company his interest obliged him to tolerate ! She would yet be patient and wait.
Page 99 - Or to yourself," eagerly continued the centurion, " he would be most suitable, with his pale, handsome face, and his slender limbs. Have you a page ?" " I have my maidens," was the answer. " And that amounts to nothing at all,
Page 214 - ... some sparks of tender feeling, kindled into life by her parting with Cleotos, yet glimmered in her breast. Cleotos having gone away, she felt strangely lonesome. Little as she had regarded him when present, it now seemed as though, in separating from him, she had lost a portion of her own being. Certainly with him had departed the last link that bound her to her native land ; and though she never expected to...
Page 136 - Has the caitiff been insolent ?" he exclaimed, in gallant tone, as he approached and seated himself before her. " Has he dared to look too rebelliously upon so charming a mistress ? If so, permit that I may chastise him for you. It is not fit that such fair hands should be obliged to wield the rod.
Page 178 - I that she is guilty at all?" he said, continuing the train of thought into which his doubts and his better nature had led him. "I must feel all this for certain. How do I know but what you have brought it about by some cunning intrigue for your own purposes ? Speak !" For Leta to stop now was destruction. Though to go on might bring no profit to her, yet her safety depended upon closing forever the path of reconciliation towards which his mind seemed to stray.
Page 168 - Oleotos had bidden her farewell. Surely that was a matter which would require but little explanation. " Do you not hear me ?" cried Sergius, glaring with wild passion from her to Cleotos and back again to her. " Was it necessary that my honor should be placed in a slave's keeping ? Was there no one of noble birth with whom you could be false, but that you must bring this deeper degradation upon my name ?" jEnone drew herself up with mingled scorn and indignation.

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