But no! What did this mean?
Something flashed by the Imperator's silver-grey hair as if a spark had fallen from the sky.

Would Pompey defend himself, or why did he raise his hand?
It was to draw around him the toga, with which he silently covered his face.

The tribune's arm was again raised high into the air, and then--what confusion! Here, there, yonder, hands suddenly appeared aloft, bright flashes darted through the clear air.

Achillas, the general, dealt blows with his dagger as if he were skilled in murder.
The Imperator's stalwart figure sank forward.

The freedman supported him.
"Then shouts arose, here a cry of fury, yonder a wail of grief, and, rising above all, a woman's shriek of anguish.