"She has made us release you--you ungrateful dog!" "Released?
Saved ?" gasped Agias, and he reeled as though his head were in a whirl.

Then, as if recollecting his faculties, he fell down at Fabia's feet, and kissed the hem of her robe.
"The gods save us all now," muttered Alfidius.

"Valeria will swear that we schemed to have the boy released.

We shall never dare to face her again!" "Oh! do not send me back to that cruel woman!" moaned Agias.

"Better die now, than go back to her and incur her anger again! Kill me, but do not send me back!" And he broke down again in inward agony.
Drusus had been surveying the boy, and saw that though he was now in a pitiable enough state, he had been good-looking; and that though his back had been cruelly marred, his face had not been cut with the lashes.