'Well, my fair boy, and what do you want with the poor old proscribed Jewess?
Have you coveted yet any of the pretty things which she has had the wit to make her slave-demons save from the Christian robbers ?' Philammon's tale was soon told.

The old woman listened, watching him intently with her burning eye; and then answered slowly-- 'Well, and what if you are a slave ?' 'Am I one, then?
Am I ?' 'Of course you are.

Arsenius spoke truth.

I saw him buy you at Ravenna, just fifteen years ago.

I bought your sister at the same time.