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LET US FOLLOW HIM.
"Is it pleasant for thee here, carissima?"
"Pleasant," answered she, in a scarcely audible voice.
And she closed her eyes, as if sleep had seized her. Silence followed. Only the breeze moved with a rustling the branches of the pistachio-tree; and on the earth around the litter were quivering golden spots, formed of sun-rays, which broke through between the leaves; locusts were hissing among the rocks.
The sick woman opened her eyes after a moment.
"Caius," said she, "is it true that in this country a philosopher has appeared, who cures the sick?"
"They call such men prophets here," answered Cinna. "I have heard of him, and I wished to bring him to thee, but it
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