“Look!”
A number of male slaves came forth from the villa; they were in white.
“Do you know that livery?” asked the sorcerer.
Then Domitia uttered a cry of despair, and threw herself on the ground. Now she did know where she was, in whose power she was, and how hopeless it was for her to expect to escape.
The white was the Imperial livery.
“DOMITIA THREW HERSELF UPON THE GROUND.” Page 198.