Also, whither should I fly ?" "I know not.

But you Christians find many friends: the rats themselves have fewer hiding-places.

Still, I trust you, and henceforth you are free, till Titus comes." "Aye," repeated Miriam, "-- till Titus comes." So for hard upon six months, till midsummer, indeed, Miriam dwelt in the house of Gallus and his wife, Julia.

She was not happy, although to them she became as a daughter.

Who could be happy even in the sunshine of a peaceful present, that walked her world between two such banks of shadow?
Behind was the shadow of the terrible past; in front, black and forbidding, rose the shadow of the future, which might be yet more terrible, the future when she would be the slave of some man unknown.
Sometimes walking with Julia, humbly dressed and mingling with the crowd, her head-dress arranged to hide her face as much as might be, she saw the rich lords of Rome go by in chariots, on horseback, in litters, all sorts and conditions of them, fat, proud men with bold eyes; hard-faced statesmen or lawyers; war-worn, cruel-looking captains; dissolute youths with foppish dress and perfumed hair, and shuddering, wondered whether she was appointed to any one of these.