Vergilius - A Tale of the Coming of Christ by Irving Bacheller
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"No--I--do--not--love--you." "You are a strange people--you maidens of the capital," said he, taking her hand in both of his. "Rome has conquered everything save its women." She parted her tunic and stood looking down at her white bosom, and with her delicate fingers brushed off a bit of dust which had fallen from the vine above them. "I do think much of love," said she, thoughtfully, still looking down at her breast. "And of me," he insisted. "Nay, not of you," she answered, without delay. "I shall know," said he, wistfully, "for I shall consult the fates. I have here a sacred coin. An old dame found it when she was digging in the side of Soracte. See, it has on its face the head of Apollo, and opposite is an arrow in a death-hand. And the hag had an odd dream of this coin, so she told me--that it fell out of the sky, and was, indeed, from the treasury of the gods, and had in it a wonderful power in all mysteries. And one might tell by tossing it in the air and noting its fall, if he were loved or hated by the first one he should see after learning its answer. I have never known it to fail. If the head is up you love me," said he, tossing the disk of metal. It fell and lay at his feet. |
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