The Maccabee stopped.

By the movements, now hurried, now slow, he believed that the night was full of apprehension for this unknown faring into the disordered city.

She was coming in his direction.

He stepped into shadow to see who would come forth from shelter at such an hour.
The next instant she hurried by his hiding-place and the Maccabee saw with amazement that it was the girl he loved.

He sprang out to speak to her, but the sound of his footsteps frightened her and she ran.
The whole hilly foreground of Jerusalem was lifted like a black and impending cloud over her, a-throb with violence and strife.