Such men look full at a
slave, if unknown to them, without really perceiving him. From this cause,
I conceive, I escaped recognition, detection, and annihilation.
Much less than a month after the episode of Commodus and the two lions I
was reading in my quarters, when the slave detailed as my personal servant
entered and, cringing, said that there was a gentleman who wanted to see
me. I gazed at him severely and said:
"I think you are mistaken. Please remember what the procurator told you
about persons desiring to intrude on me."
The fellow fairly cowered, visibly sweating and trembling, but insisted:
"I really think that you really will be glad to see this gentleman."
I perceived that some unusual enticement must have been offered the
pitiful wretch to induce him to brave the terrors of the punishments with
which the procurator had threatened him if he allowed any would-be
visitors to reach me. It also appeared to me that the fellow was fond of
me and had the best of intentions.
"Show the gentleman up," I finally said.
He had been gone but a very short time when the door opened and in
came....
Tanno!
He shut the door fast and, without a word, we were clasped in a close
embrace.
When our emotions quieted sufficiently I pressed Tanno into a chair and
resumed mine.
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