The judgment is run out; ye have come to your own! Verily, I say unto you, if ye follow me in the name of him who hath come unto you, the world shall be yours!" Amaryllis still continued to whisper, and Laodice, fearing that the Maccabee might hear, drew farther away.

He stood where she had left him, with his head lowered, waiting--at last a creature dependent on another's will.
"Listen!" Amaryllis said.

"I have been seeking you since midnight! Philadelphus' doubt was awakened in this woman.

He questioned her, so minutely that she betrayed ignorance of many things she should have known had she been the real daughter of Costobarus.

And when finally he taxed her with imposture, she robbed him of the dowry and fled to John.