"
Laodice knew that they discussed Momus.
"Perhaps," the athlete said, "he bought this left-handed catapult
thinking he might throw the discus farther than I can throw it."
"Well enough," the woman with paint on her tunic put in; "she sent the
monster packing. He went out of the gates post-haste last night, they
say."
"The pretty stranger that came with him stayed, I observe," the
athlete said.
"Pst!" the girl said in a low voice. "Where are the man's eyes in your
head, that you do not see her?"
"Looking at you!" the athlete answered.
"Too soon!" the child retorted. "A good six years before I shall know
what your looks mean!"
"Is she, this pretty stranger, something of John's taste?" the woman
who had blue clay on her garment asked.
"Tut!" the athlete broke in. "John never departed from his ancient
barbarism to that extent. That, unless I misjudge my own inclinations
in a similar matter, is something this mysterious Philadelphus hath
arranged to relieve the tedium of--"
"Tedium!" the girl exclaimed. "By Hector, this Jewish wife of his
would open his Ephesian eyes were she to let loose all I suspect in
her!"
"Brrr! But you are suspicious!" the athlete shivered. The little girl
shaped her lips into a kiss and the athlete leaning across the table
snatched it from her before she could avoid him.
The women caught him by the back of his tunic and pulled him down in
his chair.
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