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rden. When she reached the bee-hives and heard the buzzing of the insects, she paused a moment, laughed softly, and said to herself with a mischievous little smile: “Now I know what to do—he shall be forced to confess everything.” Seeing some superb white lilies, she left her silver-embroidered sandals in the garden-path and skipped on her little bare feet into the wet grass. While gathering the flowers she felt as though ants were crawling on her and, raising her dress a little, looked over her shoulder at her ankles, carefully examining each. The pretty girl thought herself alone and258 unobserved, and there was something so bewitching in her whole appearance that it would have been a pity not to have had a w

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itness. But there was a witness. Lycon, who had been unable to sleep all night, because each passing day brought the decision of his fate nearer, had gone out into the garden early and seated himself on a bench in the nearest th

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t. For some time neither spoke. “Are you Myrtale, Simonides’ daughter?” asked Lycon, as

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y allowed itself to be dragged back to the grass-plot from which it had escaped. At the beehives Myrtale managed to have Lycon pass tolerably near them. While the insects were buzzing most thickly around him, she suddenly exclaimed: “A bee, a bee!” and laying her hand on Lycon’s neck added: “Don’t you feel any pain? It must have stung you. I saw it creep out from under your robe.” Lycon denied fe

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ith which the stings of wasps and bees can be instantly cured.” “It is unnecessary,” replied Lycon curtly. “Do as I beg you,” u

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ashed, the color in her cheeks deepened, and she suddenly stopped. “Zenon,” she said, raising her voice, “I, the daughter of your ma

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he first sound of your voice, though you now speak the Attic dialect. You are Zenon, do not deny it. Shall I call Conops and the others, a

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nd have your robe torn off? There is a kappa on your shoulder; I know it.” “Oh, miserable man that I am!” exclaime

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tale’s feet, he clasped her knees, adding: “How shall I answer? What am I to say?” “The truth.” “Ah, I will

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not, as you suppose, slave-born. My parents were free and lived in Carystus at Eub?a. My father was overseer of the slaves in the marble quarries. During my childhood he lived comfortably; but afterwards he began to drink, became involved in debt, and with his wife and child was s

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old into slavery. Yet, with my free birth, I had obtained a different temper from that of a slave. The scourge humbled far more than it hurt me, and I could not laugh with the rest when the pain was over. Day and night I plotted to gain my freedom and, as I could not pu

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rchase it, I resolved to steal it. To be free I could have robbed the gods themselves. The first time I failed—I was caught and branded. The next I was more successful.... There—now you know my crime.” 262 And he then told her about his happy life in Athens, his d

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eep repentance at Phorion’s description of Simonides’ illness, and his determination to restore the discipline of the household in order to obtain forgiveness. Myrtale did not lose a single word, but while Lycon was kneeling before her she noticed that his tearful

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eyes were very handsome, and that a delicate odor of ointment rose from his hair. The power of trifles has always been great, especially with women. This perfume made a strange impression upon her. For a moment she forgot that Lycon was a slave, and compared him in her

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mind with the son of their neighbor the baker, who after having spent ten days in Athens went as foppishly clad and moved as stiffly as the Athenian dandies. She looked at Lycon’s broad shoulders and sinewy arms—and whatever the cause, she felt more kindly disposed.

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“You are a strange person,” she said, gazing into Lycon’s eyes. “Who and what are you?... Half Athenian and half Methonian, half citizen and half slave, half Lycon and half Zenon. I will do as my father once did: I will trust you, though perhaps I am unwise.”

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With these words she was hurrying towards the house, but Lycon seized a fold of her robe. “Myrtale,” he said, “believe me, a good emotion induced me to return. Consider how free from care my life was in Athens, and what I have risked. Do not make me miserable—do

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not prematurely reveal263 my secret, so that your father will refuse me his forgiveness! He who has once been free is of no value as a slave.” Myrtale noticed the shudder that ran through his limbs, and felt strangely moved. She read in Lycon’s eyes the anguish he

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was suffering and to console him said: “Have no fear! Myrtale does not hate Lycon.... I have never forgotten how kind you were to me when I was a child. I still have the little cart you made for me.” “And I,” said Lycon, deeply moved as he seized her arm and k

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issed it, “I did not suppose that little Myrtale would become such a girl—so good and so beautiful!” Myrtale smiled. “Now Lycon is forgetting Zenon!” she replied, and raising her light dress, ran off towards the house. But Lycon was by no means cheerful. On the contra

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ry he was very anxious at knowing his secret was in a woman’s keeping. “The sooner I speak to Simonides the better,” he thought. VII. Two days after, just as Lycon had breakfasted with the master of the house, Carion, the old slave, entered. Lycon was going to rise and leave

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ion in the presence of the slaves, he replied that he would grant their petition and forgive what had happened. No one should suffer oppression, but if any one did wrong he would be punished. Carion, the first who had given an example of obedience, would be made overseer of the oth

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em. Scarcely was he alone with Lycon ere, with overflowing affection, he pressed him to his breast. “By all the gods of friendship!” he exclaimed, “tell me by what magic you have accomplished this?” Lycon now mentioned the chastisement he had given Conops, and the demand he had ma

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