"Christ be thanked, that I have found you, my darling." Then she turned to Marcus, who was devouring Miriam with his eyes, and said in a fierce voice: "Roman, now that you see her again, do you still love her as much as of old time ?" He took no note and she repeated the question.

Then he answered: "Why do you trouble me with such idle words.

Once she was a woman to be won, now she is a spirit to be worshipped." "Woman or spirit, or woman and spirit, beware how you deal with her, Roman," snarled Nehushta still more fiercely, "or----" and she left her hand fall upon the knife that was hidden in her robe.
"Peace, peace!" said Marcus, and as he spoke the procession came to a halt before his windows.

"How weary she is, and sad," he went on speaking to himself.

"Her heart seems crushed.