"In Caesar's house," said she, after a while, "it would not be safer for thee than in that of Vinicius."
And it did not occur to her that, though she told the truth, her words meant, "Be resigned to fate and become the concubine of Vinicius."
As to Lygia, who felt on her lips yet his kisses, burning as coals and full of beastly desire, the blood rushed to her face with shame at the mere thought of them.
"Never," cried she, with an outburst, "will I remain here, or at the house of Vinicius,—never!"