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Chapter IX IN WHICH AN ADVENTURE HAPPENS TO IONE.
 WHILE some stayed behind to share with the priests the funeral banquet, Ione and her handmaids took homeward their way. And now (the last duties to her brother performed) her mind awoke from its absorption, and she thought of her allianced, and the charge against him. Not—as we have before said—attaching even a belief to the , but nursing the darkest suspicion against Arbaces, she felt that justice to her lover and to her murdered relative demanded her to seek the praetor, and communicate her impression, unsupported as it might be. Questioning her , who had hitherto—kindly anxious, as I have said, to save her the additional agony—refrained from informing her of the state of Glaucus, she learned that he had been dangerously ill: that he was in , under the roof of Sallust; that the day of his trial was appointed.  
' gods,' she exclaimed; 'and have I been so long forgetful of him? Have I seemed to him? O! let me hasten to do him justice—to show that I, the nearest relative of the dead, believe him innocent of the charge. Quick! quick! let us fly. Let me soothe—tend—cheer him! and if they will not believe me; if they will not lead to my conviction; if they sentence him to exile or to death, let me share the sentence with him!'
 
she hastened her pace, confused and bewildered, scarce knowing whither she went; now designing first to seek the praetor, and now to rush to the of Glaucus. She hurried on—she passed the gate of the city—she was in the long street leading up the town. The houses were opened, but none were yet astir in the streets; the life of the city was scarce awake—when lo! she came suddenly upon a small knot of men beside a covered litter. A tall figure stepped from the midst of them, and Ione aloud to Arbaces.
 
'Fair Ione!' said he, gently, and appearing not to her alarm: 'my , my pupil! forgive me if I disturb thy sorrows; but the praetor, of thy honour, and anxious that thou mayest not rashly be in the coming trial; knowing the strange of thy s............
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