She contemplated this resolve with affection and pride as justifying her in looking up to herself as to some nobler creature.

She turned a deaf ear to the Roman's entreaty, and said in a tone of which the softness surprised him: "Be silent Publius, and hear me further.

You too are noble, and certainly you owe me some gratitude for having saved your life." "I owe you much, and I will pay it," cried Publius, "as long as there is breath in this body--but open the door, I beseech you, I implore you--" "Hear me to the end, time presses; hear me out, Publius.

My sister Irene went away with you.

I need say nothing about her beauty, but how bright, how sweet her nature is you do not know, you cannot know, but you will find out.