Semiramis and Arsinoe were both very pale, but spoke never a word.

Arsinoe looked pityingly after the poor boy, for she had grown very fond of his bright words and obliging manners.

For some minutes there was, in fact, perfect silence in the boudoir.
Alfidius carried his victim out into the slaves' quarters in the rear of the house; there he bound his hands and called in the aid of an assistant to help him execute his mistress's stern mandate.
Agias had been born for far better things than to be a slave.

His father had been a cultured Alexandrine Greek, a banker, and had given his young son the beginnings of a good education.

But the rascality of a business partner had sent the father to the grave bankrupt, the son to the slave-market to satisfy the creditors.