The Venus (Venus was the Roman term for the highest throw of the dice.) throw, as it ought to do, shall decide." "Let me go--let me go, for Heaven's sake," cried Zoe, struggling with Clodius.
"What a charming Greek accent she has! Come into the house, my little Athenian nightingale." "Oh! what will become of me?
If you have mothers--if you have sisters"-- "Clodius has a sister," muttered Ligarius, "or he is much belied." "By Heaven, she is weeping," said Clodius.
"If she were not evidently a Greek," said Coelius, "I should take her for a vestal virgin." "And if she were a vestal virgin," cried Clodius fiercely, "it should not deter me.

This way;--no struggling--no screaming." "Struggling! screaming!" exclaimed a gay and commanding voice; "You are making very ungentle love, Clodius." The whole party started.

Caesar had mingled with them unperceived.
The sound of his voice thrilled through the very heart of Zoe.

With a convulsive effort she burst from the grasp of her insolent admirer, flung herself at the feet of Caesar, and clasped his knees.

The moon shone full on her agitated and imploring face: her lips moved; but she uttered no sound.