"We are in the passage leading to the vaults; Miriam is in the hands of the Jews in the Old Tower, and the door is shut between us.

Accursed Roman! to save your life she has sacrificed herself.

Without doubt she sprang from the door to dash the lantern from the hand of the Jew, and before she could return again it had swung home.

Now they will crucify her because she rescued you--a Roman." "Don't talk, woman," broke in Marcus savagely, "open the door.

I am still a man, I can still fight, or," he added with a groan, remembering that he had no sword, "at the least I can die for her." "I cannot," gasped Nehushta.