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Rh ' Caesar, Caesar venit! ' sounded voices, like the leaves of a forest when a storm has suddenly broken upon it. . . a muffled shout thundered through the multitude, and a pale stern head, in a wreath of laurel, with downcast eyelids, the head of the emperor, began slowly to rise out of the ruin. . . . There is no word in the tongue of man to express the horror which clutched at my heart. ... I felt that were that head to raise its eyes, to part its lips, I must perish on the spot! 'Alice!' I moaned, 'I won't, I can't, I don't want Rome, coarse, terrible Rome. . . . Away, away from here!' 'Coward!' she whispered, and away we flew. I just had time to hear behind me the iron voice of the legions, like a peal of thunder. . . then all was darkness.

'Look round,' Alice said to me, 'and don't fear.'

I obeyed — and, I remember, my first impression was so sweet that I could only sigh. A sort of smoky-grey, silvery-soft, half-light, half-mist, enveloped me on all sides. At first