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I felt a shudder. It is I who summoned you. Who spoke those words? Beware, for you would be stolen from me now and I will not have it.

The Priest at the Temple begs for you to come back, Madam. He needs to talk with you. He did not mean for you to leave without talking.

Think, Pandora. This sweet little invitation is some keen test of the degree of my daring and freedom. And I should not go to a common tavern with the boys But within moments I would be alone.

Think, Pandora. This sweet little invitation is some keen test of the degree of my daring and freedom. And I should not go to a common tavern with the boys But within moments I would be alone.

I couldn't move, and it was getting dark. All the merchants who are open only in the day were gone. The taverns were putting out their lanterns or torches. One bookseller remained open, with great displays of books under the lamps above.

I was dumbstruck. I held the teacher's hand warmly. He talked about moderation in living.Look at my plain tunic, he said.These boys have so much money, they can destroy themselves.

Quite suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off immediately, wishing to lay down limits to such familiarity, and then I realized a man was whispering in my ear:

I knew the whole person. Lucius. He waited at the end of the long portico.

This was my brother, the youngest, Lucius, the one I despised. It had to be him. And behold the sly manner in which he fled from notice into the shadows.

I couldn't move, and it was getting dark. All the merchants who are open only in the day were gone. The taverns were putting out their lanterns or torches. One bookseller remained open, with great displays of books under the lamps above.

The boys protested.

But this was dim to me. I tried to listen. My eyes roved. Whence came that voice Who summoned me and who would attempt the theft?

No, I must be off now, I said. Desperately I thought, what I shall I do for a torchbearer? Dare I ask these youths to see me home'? I could see their slaves waiting about, some already lighting their torches or lanterns.

I couldn't move, and it was getting dark. All the merchants who are open only in the day were gone. The taverns were putting out their lanterns or torches. One bookseller remained open, with great displays of books under the lamps above.

I felt a shudder. It is I who summoned you. Who spoke those words? Beware, for you would be stolen from me now and I will not have it.

Meantime, the boys were begging me to go to the nearby wine garden with them, a lovely place. They were fighting over who would pay for my supper there.

Perhaps it was only the awful pall of twilight.

Think, Pandora. This sweet little invitation is some keen test of the degree of my daring and freedom. And I should not go to a common tavern with the boys But within moments I would be alone.

I was dumbstruck. I held the teacher's hand warmly. He talked about moderation in living.Look at my plain tunic, he said.These boys have so much money, they can destroy themselves.

Lucius - my much detested youngest brother - not coming to welcome me with tears but gliding in the shadows of the portico. Why'?

Quite suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off immediately, wishing to lay down limits to such familiarity, and then I realized a man was whispering in my ear:

The Forum grew quiet. The fires blazed before the Temples. But there were great spaces of darkness. The man in the toga waited.

But something had changed. It was as quick as the opening of one's eyes. Ah, painted eyes, no.

The Priest at the Temple begs for you to come back, Madam. He needs to talk with you. He did not mean for you to leave without talking.

I knew the whole person. Lucius. He waited at the end of the long portico.

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