A slave! The light of heaven grew black to him....

Oh, that Hypatia might never know his shame! Yet it was impossible.

Too dreadful to be true....
'You lie!' almost shrieked he.

'I am the son of a noble citizen of Athens.

Arsenius told me so, but this moment, with his own lips!' 'Ah, but he bought you--bought you in the public market; and he can prove it!' 'Hear me--hear me, my son!' cried the old man, springing toward him.
Philammon, in his fury, mistook the gesture and thrust him fiercely back.
'Your son!--your slave! Do not insult the name of son by applying it to me.