Most of them, she found, knew her by her name of Pearl-Maiden, and pointed out to each other the necklace about her throat.

Many, too, had heard something of her story, and looked eagerly at the picture of the gate Nicanor blazoned upon her breast.

But the greater part concerned themselves only with her delicate beauty, passing from mouth to mouth the gossip concerning Domitian, his quarrel with the Caesars, and the intention which he had announced of buying this captive at the public sale.

Always it was the same talk; sometimes more brutal and open than others--that was the only difference.
Once they halted thus in the street of palaces through which they passed near to the Baths of Agrippa.

Here the endless comments began again, but Miriam tried to shut her ears to it and looked about her.