"There will be lots to be done, and we shall all do our utmost." "Listen to him, mother," Anna, the younger sister, said, clapping her hands; "this comes of slaying lions and combating with the Atarantes; do not let us hinder him; beg the slaves to bring round a horse instantly.
Carthage totters, let Malchus fly to its support.

What part are you thinking of taking, my brother, do you mean to harangue the people, or to urge the galley slaves to revolt, or to lead the troops against the council ?" The two girls burst into a peal of merry laughter, in which Malchus, although colouring a little, joined heartily.
"You are too bad, Anna; what I want is, of course, to hear what has been done, and to join in the excitement, and really I am not such a boy as you girls think me, just because you happen to be two or three years older than I am.

You persist in regarding me as a child; father doesn't do so, and I can tell you I may be more good than you think." "Well, go along, Malchus, do not let us keep you, and don't get into mischief and remember, my boy," his mother added, "that Carthage is a place where it is well that no one should make more enemies than he can help.

A secret foe in the council or among the judges is enough to ruin the strongest.

You know how many have been crucified or pressed to death without a shadow of pretext, save that they had foes.