There were others, richer than I, to whose covetousness her youth and beauty seemed a precious prize.

When I saw her last, she was in company with an ancient Jewess.

Heaven grant that this Miriam may prove to be the one!' 'And I have a sister!' gasped Philammon, his eyes bursting with tears.
'We must find her! You will help me ?--Now--this moment! There is nothing else to be thought of, spoken of, done, henceforth, till she is found!' 'Ah, my son, my son! Better, better, perhaps, to leave her in the hands of God! What if she were dead?
To discover that, would be to discover needless sorrow.

And what if--God grant that it be not so! she had only a name to live, and were dead, worse than dead, in sinful pleasure--' 'We would save her, or die trying to save her! Is it not enough for me that she is my sister ?' Arsenius shook his head.

He little knew the strange new light and warmth which his words had poured in upon the young heart beside him.