The curious sense of indignation that possessed Laodice was purely instinctive.
He took to wife a woman of the house of Battus, by name Laodice.
The glance she shot at Laodice was full of cold anger that she had permitted herself to be surprised in company with Philadelphus.
Laodice held him fast only for a moment, when it seemed that she was wrenched away.
In the Christian's heart he knew how narrowly Laodice had made her lover's mark for her.
Laodice half rose as she read them and pressed her hands together.
Laodice rose at sign of this concerted deference to Philadelphus but sat down again, with her lips compressed.
Laodice appreciated the boy's concern for them but could not make an attempt to explain.
Laodice got upon her feet in her agitation and raised her veil to stare at this slander.
Laodice caught her breath in an agony of indignation and distress.