The Emperor — Volume 03 by Georg Ebers
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working, he had never sought expression in words. And how kindly the
great master took up his timid observations, how convincingly he answered them. Such a man as this he had never met, never had he bowed with such full consent before the superiority and sovereign power of another mind. The second hour after midnight had begun, when Hadrian, standing before the rough-cast clay bust, asked Pollux: "What is this to be?" "A portrait of a girl." "Probably of the complaisant model who ventures into Lochias at night?" "No; a lady of rank will sit to me." "An Alexandrian?" "Oh, no. A beauty in the train of the Empress." "What is her name? I know all the Roman ladies." "Balbilla." "Balbilla? There are many of that name. What is she like, the lady you mean?" asked Hadrian, with a cunning glance of amusement. "That is easier to ask than to answer," replied the artist, who, seeing his gray-bearded companion smile, recovered his gay vivacity, "But stay-- you have seen a peacock spread its tail--now only imagine that every eye |
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