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The Roman Traitor (Vol. 1 of 2) - The UK Mirror Service

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agitated, and uneven. Now he would stride <strong>of</strong>f ten or twelve steps<br />

with strange velocity, then pause, and stand quite motionless for<br />

perhaps a minute's space, and then again resume his walk with<br />

slow and faltering gestures, to burst forth once again, as at the<br />

instigation <strong>of</strong> some goading spirit, to the same short-lived energy<br />

and speed.<br />

Meantime, his color went and came; he bit his lip, till the<br />

blood trickled down his clean shorn chin; he clinched his hands,<br />

and smote them heavily together, and uttered in a harsh hissing<br />

whisper the most appalling imprecations—on his own head—on<br />

him who had deceived him—on Rome, and all her myriads <strong>of</strong> inhabitants—on<br />

earth, and sea, and heaven—on everything divine<br />

or human!<br />

"<strong>The</strong> black plague 'light on the fat sleepy glutton!—nay, rather<br />

all the fiends and furies <strong>of</strong> deep Erebus pursue me!—me!—me,<br />

who was fool enough to fancy that aught <strong>of</strong> bold design or manly<br />

daring could rouse up the dull, adipose, luxurious loiterer from<br />

his wines—his concubines—his slumbers!—And now—the dire<br />

ones hunt him to perdition! Now, the seventh hour <strong>of</strong> night<br />

hath passed, and all await us at the house <strong>of</strong> Læca; and this foul<br />

sluggard sottishly snores at home!"<br />

While he was cursing yet, and smiting his broad chest, and<br />

gnashing his teeth in impotent malignity, suddenly a quick step<br />

became audible at a distance. <strong>The</strong> sound fell on his ear sharpened<br />

by the stimulus <strong>of</strong> fiery passions and <strong>of</strong> conscious fear, long ere<br />

it could have been perceived by any ordinary listener.<br />

"'Tis he," he said, "'tis he at last—but no?" he continued, after<br />

a pause <strong>of</strong> a second, during which he had stooped, and laid his<br />

ear close to the ground, "no! 'tis too quick and light for the gross<br />

Cassius. By all the gods! there are two! Can he, then, have<br />

betrayed me? No! no! By heavens! he dare not!"<br />

At the same time he started back into the darkest corner <strong>of</strong><br />

the arch, pulled up the cape <strong>of</strong> his cassock, and slouched the<br />

wide-brimmed hat over his anxious lineaments; then pressing

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