Parties rose and parties fell, high priest succeeded high priest, general supplanted general, yet upon each and all of them, like the following waves that rolled beneath her, came dark night and oblivion.

A little dancing in the sunshine, a little moaning in the shade, then death, and after death---- "What are you thinking of, Miriam ?" said a rich voice at her elbow, the voice of Caleb.
She started, for here she believed herself alone, then answered: "My thoughts matter nothing.

Why are you here?
You should be with your fellow----" "Conspirators.

Why do you not say the word?
Well, because sometimes one wearies even of conspiracy.

Just now we triumph and can take our ease.
I wish to make the most of it.