Veranilda by George Gissing
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once, with an abruptness which moved his companion's surprise, he
made an inquiry, seemingly little relevant to their topic. 'Heard you ever of a Gothic princess--a lady of the lineage of Theodoric--still living in Italy?' 'Never,' responded Decius, with a puzzled smile. 'Is there such a one?' 'I am told so--I heard it by chance. Yet I know not who she can be. Did not the direct line of Theodoric end with Athalaric and his sister Matasuntha, who is now at the Emperor's court?' 'So I believed,' said Decius, 'though I have thought but little of the matter.' 'I too, trust me,' let fall Basil, with careful carelessness; no actor he. 'And the vile Theodahad--what descendants did he leave?' 'He was a scholar,' said the other musingly, 'deep read in Plato.' 'None the less a glutton and a murderer and a coward, who did well to give his throat to the butcher as he ran away from his enemies. Children he had, I think--but--' Basil broke off on a wandering thought. He stood still, knitted his brows, and sniffed the air. At this moment there appeared in the alley a serving man, a young and active fellow of very honest visage, who stood at some yards' distance until Basil observed him. |
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