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510 DARKNESS AND DAWN<br />

trembled at her presence. She had no resources in herself,<br />

nothing <strong>to</strong> occupy her but her own evil thoughts and deplorable<br />

regrets.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Empress grew more and more weary, more and more<br />

<strong>to</strong>rmented with in<strong>to</strong>lerable thoughts through the leaden hours.<br />

At length, long after midnight, she heard the footsteps of<br />

the watch and of many slaves as they conducted Nero <strong>to</strong> his<br />

chamber.<br />

'<br />

'<br />

What !<br />

you here ? he said with contemptuous indifference<br />

as he dismissed his attendants.<br />

She looked at him. He had evidently been drinking, and<br />

was fresh from one of the scenes of debauchery which always<br />

formed the conclusion of his charioteering displays. For he<br />

still wore the dress of a jockey of the green faction, and its<br />

succinctness revealed his thin legs and protuberant person.<br />

To her he looked a spectacle of ignominy. Where was the<br />

passionate courtesy with which her Otho would have greeted<br />

her ? Where the fond caress which Crispinus would have<br />

printed on her cheek ? To think that this thing was the<br />

Emperor of Rome !<br />

She half-rose from her couch, her pale face aflame with<br />

indignation.<br />

'<br />

Jockey !<br />

she hissed<br />

of base minions,<br />

'<br />

'<br />

out. Companion<br />

comrade of coarse gladia<strong>to</strong>rs, where have you been Why<br />

?<br />

do you thus steep manhood in ignominy and drag the purple<br />

of Empire through the mud '<br />

?<br />

It was the pent-up passion of her woman's heart which<br />

thus burst forth, and it came on Nero like an unexpected<br />

blow. He looked at her for a moment with eyes opened<br />

<strong>to</strong> their fullest, and then, staggering forwards, dealt her a<br />

brutal<br />

kick.<br />

Poppsea, with a groan of anguish, sank swooning <strong>to</strong> the<br />

ground. She lay on the floor as dead, her features white<br />

as marble, her hair streaming from its bands and covering<br />

the floor with its<br />

gleaming waves. <strong>The</strong> sight sobered Nero.<br />

Had he killed her ? Furious as he was, he had not intended<br />

that. He loudly summoned his slaves and Poppsea's attendants,<br />

and they bore her, still unconscious, <strong>to</strong> her own apartments.<br />

Nero did not tell any one what had happened, but<br />

when the physicians saw the bruise which his foot had<br />

made they knew everything, and when she had awoke from

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