Vergilius - A Tale of the Coming of Christ by Irving Bacheller
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"The head!" he exclaimed, with joy. "Is it really blest of the gods?" she inquired, eagerly, her cheeks aflame. "Is it indeed blest?" "So said the woman who gave it me." "Now I shall toss it," said she, taking the coin. "Ah! you would know if I love you," he answered. The coin leaped high and fell and rolled along the marble walk. Both followed eagerly, he leading, and, as it stopped, he quickly covered the bit of metal with his hand. "Let me see!" said she, her hand upon his wrist. "Do not look." "Let me see it!" she insisted. "Sweet sister of Appius, I beg of you, here on my knees, do not look at the coin! I will give you the white steeds from Cappadocia, but do not look." "Let me see it, I say, son of Varro!" She was tugging at his wrist, and now, indeed, there was a pretty pleading in her voice. The words were to him as pearls strung on a silken thread. |
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