Who it belongs to now I do not know.

To you, I suppose, and through you to Caesar." Now while he spoke thus somewhat at random, for he was watching her all the while, Miriam kept her eyes fixed upon his face, as though she searched there for something which she could but half recall.

Suddenly an inspiration entered into them and she said: "Now I have it! You are the Roman captain, Gallus, who brought me the letter from----" and she paused, thrusting her hand into the bosom of her robe, then went on with something like a sob: "Oh! it is gone.

How did it go?
Let me think." "Don't think," said Gallus; "there are so many things in the world which it is better not to think about.

Yes, as it happens, I am that man, and some years ago I did bring you the letter from Marcus, called The Fortunate.