It is an integral portion of your family dwelling, and you may freely dispose of it." "It belongs to the palace." "No, and again no; you are the owner.

Tomorrow morning early you shall receive twelve Attic talents in gold, and, with the help of my son, later in the day I will take up the picture, pack it, and when it grows dark, carry it away.

Procure a carpet to cover the empty place for the present.

As to the secrecy of the transaction--I must of course insist on it as strongly--and more so--than yourself." "The mosaic belongs to the palace," cried the steward, this time in a louder voice, "Do you hear?
it belongs to the palace, and whoever dares touch it, I will break his bones." As he spoke Keraunus stood up, his huge chest panting, his cheeks and forehead dyed purple, and his fist, which he held in the dealer's face, was trembling.

Gabinius drew back startled, and said: "Then you will not have the twelve talents!" "I will--I will!" gasped Keraunus, "I will show you how I beat those who take me for a rogue.