Do not ask me what it is; it would grieve you to know .-- The day after tomorrow, when the feast of Isis is over...." "Gorgo, Gorgo!" shouted Damia's shrill voice, interrupting the young girl in her speech, and half a dozen slave-women came rushing out in search of her.
They rose, and as they went towards the house Constantine said very earnestly: "I will not insist; but trust my experience: When we have to give something up sooner or later, if the wrench is a painful one, the sooner and the more definitely it is done the better.

Nothing is gained by postponement and the pain is only prolonged.

Hesitation and delay, Gorgo, are a barrier built up by your own hand between us and our happiness.

You always had abundance of determination; be brave then, now, and cut short at once a state of things that cannot last." "Well, well," she said hurriedly.

"But you must not, you will not require me to do anything that is beyond my strength, or that would involve breaking my word.