her ears, she was bewildered as an animal is, dragged from his jungle or his desert into the glare and hooting crowds of a menagerie to make the sport of fools. The natural courage in her, and that instinctive dignity, so common in classic ages and so little seen in ours, mace her hide all the alarm she suffered; but she suffered all the more that she stood there like any statue made of bronze, and never winced, and let her eyes rest in cold disdain upon the faces of her accusers and her judge.
She had said the truth once.
She opened her lips no more.
The Pretore at length, after long preamble, and an examination lasting three days, censured her in a long discourse with severity, but pronounced her free; the accusation being dismissed as non-proven.
She heard the sentence of deliverance without any movement of gratitude or joy. Her proud serenity of repose remained unbroken.
'Why not have found me guiltless before you punished me with these long frightful months?' she thought; but aloud she said only: 'I may go back—now?'
That was the one desire panting, like a netted bird, at her heart.
