If not, then either she is dead or already sold, or perchance given as a present to some friend of Caesar's." Now they ceased talking, for the people were so many that they could only force their way through the press riding one after the other.

Thus, Nehushta following Marcus, they crossed the Tiber and passed through many streets, decorated, most of them, for the coming pageant, till at length Marcus drew rein in front of a marble mansion in the Via Agrippa.
"A strange home-coming," he muttered.

"Follow me," and he rode round the house to a side-entrance.
Here he dismounted and knocked at the small door for some time without avail.

At length it was opened a little way, and a thin, querulous voice, speaking through the crack, said: "Begone, whoever you are.

No one lives here.