You are known to the Romans in the anteroom.

It is not the god to whom this building is dedicated who now rules within these walls.

Your brother's rash words are repeated everywhere, and have even come to Caesar's knowledge; and he has been told that it was the same traitor--who has for the moment escaped Zminis and his men--who nailed a rope on one of our doors, and with it an audacious inscription.

To speak a single word in behalf of Alexander or your father would be to fling myself into the fire without putting it out.

You do not know how fiercely it is burning.
Theocritus is feeding the flame, for he needs it to destroy the prefect.
Now, not another word; and, come what may, so long as the Roman visitors dwell under this roof, beware of it!" And the high-priest opened the door with his own hand.
"I hurried home," Philip added, "and if I forgot, in my dismay at this fresh disaster, to warn Glaukias to be careful--But, no, no! It is unpardonable!--Alexander is by this time crossing the lake, perhaps.