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Iola, the Senator's Daughter; A Story of Ancient Rome (about 24 B.c.)
Iola the Senator's Daughter A Story of Ancient Rome - about 24 B.c. Author:Mansfield Lovell Hillhouse General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1894 Original Publisher: G. P. Putnam's sons Subjects: Rome History / Ancient / General History / Ancient / Rome Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books ed... more »ition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER II. TWO SPANIARDS. BEFORE it had grown late, and while Nuevanus and his young Roman guest were seated at the prow, sipping a good Italian wine, gazing off at the hills and the stars, speculating about the powers that made them, and endeavoring in many ways to squander the time, as people will on shipboard, Sempronius recalled to the Senator his promise to tell the story of his life. " I don't know that I am much of a story-teller," said Nuevanus : " and my life has not been filled with escapades and dangers -- at least they never seemed like dangers to me : no, not even when I was a soldier. I have followed after gold, counting nothing a hardship that gave it to me. Perils and privations were as naught -- provided only that I gained my point. And I may say that I have gained it. Every man should have an objective point, Sempronius. It simplifies his history. But having selected his point he should never give it up and trust to luck : no, not while the breath is in him." " True," said Sempronius. " Go on, please : I am listening." " Well, as I said, Brusco and I have been friends for almost half a century ; and we have managed to keep together during all that time, with the exception of about twelve yedrs. It was then that my comrade having chosen the cause of Mark Antony, and I the cause of Octavian -- he was Octavius in those days -- found ourselves one fine afternoon standing in hostile legions, face to face, each ready to die for his commander. The greatest mistake of Brusc...« less