But when Cato, the most violent anti-Caesarian of them all, a sharp, wiry man with angular features, and keen black eyes, demanded:-- "And now, Magnus, you will not hesitate to annihilate the enemies of the Republic ?" a look of pained indecision flitted across Pompeius's face.
"_Perpol_, gentlemen," he exclaimed, "I would that I were well out of this.

Sometimes I think that you are leading me into breaking with Caesar for some ends of your own.

He was my friend before you had a word of praise for me.

He loved Julia; so did I." And the Magnus paused a moment, overcome by the thought of his dead wife.

"Perhaps the Republic demands his sacrifice, perhaps--" and he cast a glance half of menace upon Lentulus Crus and Cato, "you are the guilty, not he.