Whither ?--that is your concern; only, for the next few days they must be out of reach." "Good!" said the Egyptian, and an odious smile overspread his thin brown face.

"They may go as galley-slaves and row themselves to the Sardinian mines.

A good idea!" "I have even better ideas than that to serve a friend," replied Serapion.

"Only get the philosopher out of the way.

If Caesar lends an ear to his ready tongue, I shall never see you guardian of the peace.
The painter is less dangerous." "He shall share their fate," cried the spy, and he licked his thick lips as if tasting some dainty morsel.