"Back to the Temple, taking your prisoner with you.
Titus himself is upon us at the head of two fresh legions, mad at the loss of his Prefect and so many of his soldiers.

Why! where is the wounded Roman, Marcus ?" "He has vanished," answered Caleb sullenly.

"Vanished"-- here he glanced at Miriam with jealous and vindictive hate--"and in his place has left to us this woman, the grand-daughter of Benoni, Miriam, who strangely enough was once his love." "Is it so ?" said the officer.

"Girl, tell us what you have done with the Roman, or die.

Come, we have no time to lose." "I have done nothing.