Well, I give her to thee; take her for thyself!" When the golden-haired Eunice heard this, she grew pale in one moment, and, looking with frightened eyes on Vinicius, seemed to wait for his answer without breath in her breast.
But he sprang up suddenly, and, pressing his temples with his hands, said quickly, like a man who is tortured by disease, and will not hear anything,--"No, no! I care not for her! I care not for others! I thank thee, but I do not want her.

I will seek that one through the city.

Give command to bring me a Gallic cloak with a hood.

I will go beyond the Tiber--if I could see even Ursus." And he hurried away.

Petronius, seeing that he could not remain in one place, did not try to detain him.