He could not long for the embraces of the monster which should have united Plautilla's vices and his own.
Among the men about his person, there was not one for whom other hearts beat warmer; no creature that loved him excepting his lion; no spot on earth where he was looked for with gladness.

He waited, as for some marvel, to see the one human being who had spontaneously entreated the gods for him.

The girl must probably be a poor, tearful creature, as weak of brain as she was soft-hearted.
There stood the centurion at the head of his maniple, and raised his staff.

Enviable man! How content he looked; how clearly he spoke the word of command! And how healthy the vulgar creature must be--while he, Caesar, was suffering that acute headache again! He gnashed his teeth, and felt a strong impulse to spoil the happiness of that shameless upstart.

If he were sent packing to Spain, now, or to Pontus, there would be an end of his gladness.