Virgilia - or, out of the Lion's Mouth - Out of the Lion's Mouth by Felicia Buttz Clark
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and rubies.
"I have." The porter held up the bronze lizard, similar in form to that on the priest's forehead. "It is well. Come forward to the light, and relate to me and these my brethren, all that thou knowest of thy master." The spirit of recklessness which makes men daring possessed Alyrus at this moment. He felt approaching the glad hour of his revenge on those whom he despised. But he had not lost all caution. "What do I get as a reward for this knowledge which you so much desire?" The priest rose to his full height. His eyes blazed with anger and he raised his arm to strike Alyrus, who did not cringe but faced him boldly, though his dark cheeks grew livid. An aged priest on the superior's right, laid a trembling hand on his arm. "Is it wise?" he asked, gently. "If thou frightenest the slave, he will not give thee correct information." "Thou art late to-night, father," said Lidia, reaching up her hardened little hands to caress affectionately his weatherworn cheek. "I was just going to bed." |
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