"
"That is Jupiter, the all-powerful."
"It is not Jupiter, it is our God, as revealed in the Lord Jesus
Christ."
"A malefactor."
Virgilia smiled.
"Crucified for us," she murmured, "that we might have eternal life. He
sitteth now on the right hand of God.".
Her father gazed at her in astonishment. The girl was certainly out of
her mind? But, if she were then so was the Lady Octavia and her son
and daughter, and Martius, and hundreds, perhaps even thousands of
others, if rumor spoke truly. It was a dangerous heresy, and must be
destroyed.
It was no use to argue with a person who was really scarcely
responsible, as Virgilia now appeared to him to be. He must deal very
gently with her.
"Sit down here by me, dearest, I want to talk with thee a little."
So Virgilia sat down on a little stool at her father's feet and leaned
her arm on his knee, and while he stroked her soft hair, bound with
fillets of chased gold, set with large turquoises, he strove to calm
her and distract her mind from its vagaries.
When he sent her away, he was fully determined on a line of action.
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