From out that presently shone now and again, then with increasing frequency and finally in great numbers, the brass mail of Roman legionaries.
Titus' forces had scaled the wall.
From her position, she saw running toward them John of Gischala, with his long garments whipping about him, wrapping his tall figure in live cerements.

He was disarmed and bleeding.

She saw next Amaryllis, with compassionate uplifted hands stop in his way; saw next the Gischalan thrust her aside with a blow and the next instant disappear as if the earth had swallowed him.
Nathan was speaking to her.
"How often, O my daughter, we recognize truth and deny it because it does not give us our way! God put a sense of the right in us.

We transgress it oftener than we mistake it!" The roar of the turning battle and the mob about her drowned his next words, except, "You can not be happy in iniquity; neither blessed; but you are sure to be afraid.

Right has its own terror, but there is at least courage in being right, against your desires." He was talking continuously, but only at times did the wind from the uproar sweep his fervent words to her.
"Christ had His own conflict with Himself.