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Philotas and Myrtilus were following Daphne and her companion Chrysilla as they hurried into the tent The deep, co tones of old Philippus vainly shouted the name of Althea, whom, as he had bestowed his hospitality upon her in Pelusiue, while at intervals he reprimanded the black slaves ere to carry his wife to the ship, but at another heavy peal of thunder set down the litter to throw theod for hter, a Bithynian who had attached himself to one school of philosophy after an other, and thereby ceased to believe in the power of the Olympians, lost his quiet coood nature deserted him With harsh words, and no less harsh blows, he rushed upon the servants, who, instead of carrying the costly household utensils and embroidered cushions into the tent, drew out their amulets and idols to confide their own iher powers

Meanwhile the gusts of hich accouished the la was torn fro the commandant of Pelusiuyptian slave woround, were praying, while the angry Gras was trying, by kicks and blows, to co a whispered consultation whether they should accept the invitation of Proclus and spend the short realley over the wine, or first, according to the counsel of their pious co temple of Zeus until the storuests Even Ledscha glanced very rarely toward the tents She had thrown her self on the ground under the sycary deity for itated soul, she could not pray, but listened anxiously whenever an unexpected noise ca place of the Greeks

Then the tones of a familiar voice reached her It was Her could be no one but the uncanny spider-wo to have a secret conversation under the shade of the dense foliage of the sycamore That was easily perceived, and in an instant Ledscha's fear yielded to a different feeling

Holding her breath, she nestled close to the trunk of the ancient tree to listen, and the first word she heard was the name "Nemesis," which had just reached her from the tent