But we anticipate.

Enough that neither Lentulus Crus, nor Domitius, nor Cato, nor the great Magnus himself, ever saw Rome again.
II Agias stood in a shop by the Sacred Way watching the stream of fugitives pouring down toward the Porta Capena.

At his side was a person whom a glance proclaimed to be a fellow-Greek.

The stranger was perhaps fifty, his frame presented a faultless picture of symmetry and manly vigour, great of stature, the limbs large but not ungainly.

His features were regular, but possessed just enough prominence to make them free from the least tinge of weakness.