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he little Goth. Or am I mistaken? Perhaps--' 'Be silent!' exclaimed Basil harshly. 'Oh, I will not pry into chaste secrets. For the present, enough. Go your ways, Basil, and take courage. I keep faith, as you know; and that I am disposed to be your friend is not your standing here, alive and well, a sufficient proof?' She had risen, and, as she uttered these words, her eyes gleamed large in the dusk. 'When you wish to see me,' she added, 'come to my house. To you it is always open. I may perchance send you a message. If so, pay heed to it.' Basil was turning away. 'What! Not even the formal courtesy? Your manners have indeed declined, my poor Basil.' With an abrupt, awkward movement, he took her half offered hand, and touched the rings with his lips; then hastened away. On the edge of the cluster of idlers who were listening to the flute player stood his needy kinsman. Basil spoke with him for a moment, postponed their business, and, with a sign to the two slaves in attendance, walked on. By the Clivus Argentarius he descended to the Forum. In front of the Curia stood the state' carriage of the City Prefect, for the Senate had been called together this morning to hear read some decree newly arrived from Byzantium; and as Basil drew near he saw the Prefect, with senators about him, come forth and descend the steps. These dignitaries, who wore with but ill grace the ancient toga, were evidently little pleased by what they had heard; they talked under their breath together, many of them, no doubt, recalling sadly the honour they were wont to receive from King Theodoric. As their president drove away, Basil, gazing idly after the _carpentum_, felt himself touched on the arm; he looked round and saw Decius, whose panting breath declared his haste, whilst his countenance was eloquent of ill. 'I come from the Anicianum,' Decius whispered, 'and bring terrible news. Petronilla lies dying of the pest.' Dazed as if under a violent blow, Basil stretched out his hand. It touched the wall of the little temple of Janus, in the shadow of which they were standing. 'The pest?' he echoed faintly. 'She was seized in the night. Some one in the house--some woman, they tell me, whom she brought with her a few days ago, I know not whence--is just dead. I have sped hither in search of any one with whom I could speak of it; God be thanked that I have met you! I went to fetch away books, as you know.' 'I must go th
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