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Rh Why was it broken down in parts? No, it was not a bridge, it was an ancient aqueduct. All around was the holy ground of the Campagna, and there, in the distance, the Albanian hills, and their peaks and the grey ridge of the old aqueduct gleamed dimly in the beams of the rising moon. . . . We suddenly darted upwards, and floated in the air before a deserted ruin. No one could have said what it had been: sepulchre, palace, or castle. . . . Dark ivy encircled it all over in its deadly clasp, and below gaped yawning a half-ruined vault. A heavy underground smell rose in my face from this heap of tiny closely-fitted stones, whence the granite facing of the wall had long crumbled away. 'Here,' Alice pronounced, and she raised her hand: 'Here! call aloud three times running the name of the mighty Roman!' 'What will happen?' 'You will see.' I wondered. ' Divus Caius Julius Caesar! ' I cried suddenly; ' divus Caius Julius Caesar! ' I repeated deliberately; ' Caesar! '