But that was more than two hundred years ago." "If one were to find him now, and he were to go," said the philosopher, "by the gods above us! I fear he would return a sad rake indeed." "'Tis not a pleasant theme," said the Lady Lucia, by way of introducing another.
"The dear old girl!" said young Gracus, in a low tone, as he turned to the senator.

"Her hair is a lie, her complexion is a lie, her lips are a lie." "And her life is a lie," said the other.
"You enjoyed your walk ?" asked the mother of Arria, addressing Vergilius.
"The walk was a delight to me and its end a sorrow," he answered.
"And you obeyed me ?" "To the letter." It is true, he thought, we are a generation of liars, but how may one help it?
Then, quickly, a way seemed to suggest itself, and he added: "Madame, forgive me.

I do now remember we had a word or two about love; but, you see, I was telling the legend of this coin.

It has the power to show one if he be loved." "By tossing ?" "By tossing.

Head, yes; the reverse, no." "Let me try." She flung it to the oaken beams and it fell on the great rug beside her.
"Madame, the hand is up," said Vergilius.