"At Acte's I met Pomponia, who said to me: 'May God forgive thee the evil which thou hast done to us and to Lygia.'" "Evidently their God is some curator who is very mild.

Ha! let him forgive thee, and in sign of forgiveness return thee the maiden." "I would offer him a hecatomb to-morrow! I have no wish for food, or the bath, or sleep.

I will take a dark lantern and wander through the city.
Perhaps I shall find her in disguise.

I am sick." Petronius looked at him with commiseration.

In fact, there was blue under his eyes, his pupils were gleaming with fever, his unshaven beard indicated a dark strip on his firmly outlined jaws, his hair was in disorder, and he was really like a sick man.