The Tour
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with little golden bells, at first soft and hushed, rose throbbing in passion an
, sat the travelling merchants, squatting or lying on mat or rug, listening. Uncle Catullus lay in a hammock and Thrasy
Catullus to the slave, who was sitting on the
my lord," sa
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dare," said
d to call
t Ilia,
ed in the pil
little savage: he wore his Libyan festive garment; a girdle of feathers hung roun
art. "What have you done to yourself? You look like a
jubilantly. "My Lord Lucius lets you know that we are all go
eared upon the threshold. Cora had risen and now c
ased in hose of gold tissue; about his head was an Egyptian coif, like that of a sphinx, with broad, projecting, striped bands, which fell to his shoulders; he glittered with strang
reat sacred gods!" ex
gathered round and, in salaam upon salaam, sho
What is happening? Have you
ple of Serapis. It is the great feast; and Caleb"-he pointed to Caleb stepping forward-"has persuaded me to go this night in state t
le and female, streamed from every side of the diverso
, "goes to Canopus, to the feast of Serapis thrice holy, he goes
imed Uncle Catullus. "Only ... am I to rig myself out li
find everything ready in your cha
For days and days he had been mourning and sobbing and lamenting; he had remained invisible and had eaten nothing ... an
because I feel that I've overloaded my stomach!" mo
s that night. What a surprise! Their lord was no longer sick! It was the great feast! It was the feast of S
, were to deck themselves in festive garb. Ione, the old female slave, who had charge of the harpis
. "Quick, Ione, hand me the poppy-rouge! Here, a stick of antimony! I want a blue vei
as like a young god, he looked like Serapis himself! Ione, I must have a net of gold thread and a d
itters were prepared. He thought only of Ilia. He wanted to wrap himself in the dreaming-veil and to lie on the temple-roof a