"At least you have heard from him and he still loves you, which is much.

Now for the ring--the marriage finger--see, how it fits." "Nay, I have no right," murmured Miriam; still she did not draw it off again.
"Come, let us be going," said Nehushta, hiding the casket in her amble robe, "for the sun sinks, and to-night there are guests to supper." "What guests ?" asked Miriam absently.
"Plotters, every one," said Nehushta, shrugging her shoulders.

"The great scheme to drive the Romans from the Holy City ripens fast, and your grandsire waters its root.

I pray that we may not all of us gather bitter grapes from that vine.

Have you heard that Caleb is back in Tyre ?" "Caleb!" faltered Miriam, "No." "Well, he is.