More, she remembered that garden; yes, there assuredly was the palm-tree beneath which she had often sat, and there the rock, under whose shadow grew white lilies, where she had rested with Nehushta when the Roman captain brought her the letter and the gifts from Marcus.

Instinctively Miriam put her hand to her neck.

About it still hung the collar of pearls, and on the pearls the ring which the slave-woman had found in her hair and tied there for safety.

She took off the ring and placed it back upon her finger.

Then she walked to the rock, sat down and tried to think.