Briefly, he repeated what he had gathered to Arsinoe, then blurted out:-- "I will go in and meet that well-oiled villain face to face.

By Zeus! I will make him feel the depths of an honest man's scorn and indignation!" "You will be a fool," replied Arsinoe, quietly, "if you do.

Valeria would instantly dismiss you from her service." "I will go at once to Drusus," asserted Pisander.
"Drusus may or may not be convinced that what you say is true," answered the girl; "but he, I gather from what you repeat, has just gone back to Praeneste.

Before you could reach Praeneste, you are a dead man." "How so ?" demanded the excited philosopher, brandishing his fists.

"I am as strong as Pratinas." "How little wisdom," commented Arsinoe, "you do gather from your books! Can't you see Pratinas is a reckless scoundrel--with every gladiator in Dumnorix's school at his call if needs be--who would stop at nothing to silence promptly the mouth of a dangerous witness?
This isn't worse than many another case.