Albeit I suppose they would find a new way of lying.
But, O sweet sister of Appius, try to believe me, though you believe no other, and I--I shall believe you always." "You had better not," said she, with a merry glance.
"I must." "But you will doubt me soon, for I shall say that I do not love you." For a little he knew not how to answer.

She turned away, looking off at the Capitoline, where the toil and art of earth had wrought to show the splendor of heaven.

Its beautiful, barbaric temples were glowing in the sunlight.
"Life would be too serious if there were no dissimulation." She looked up at him as she spoke, and he saw a little quiver in her curved lips.
"That bow of your lips--I should think it fashioned by Praxiteles--and it is for the arrows of truth." "But a girl--she must deceive a little." They were now among the vines.
"I do not understand you." "Stupid fellow!" said she, in a whisper, as she turned, looking up at him.

"Son of Varo, lovers are not ever to be trusted.

Shall I tell you a story?
One day I was in the Via Sacra and a young man caught and held me for a moment and tried to touch my lips--that boy, Antipater, a good-looking wretch!" She gave her shoulders a little shrug and drew her robe closer.