What ring is that you wear upon your finger ?" Miriam straightened herself and grew bold.
"One which Marcus sent me," she answered.
"I guessed as much.

I have heard of him; he has become a creature of the mad Nero, the laughing-stock of Rome." "I do not laugh at him, Caleb." "No, you were ever faithful.

But, say, do you laugh at me ?" "Indeed not; why should I, since you seem to fill a great and dangerous part with dignity ?" "Yes, Miriam, my part is both great and dangerous.

I have risen high and I mean to rise higher." "How high ?" "To the throne of Judaea." "I think a cottage stool would be more safe, Caleb." "Mayhap, but I do not like such seats.

Listen, Miriam, I will be great or die.