This hour, through ignorance of thine own identity, through my fault, she hath gone reluctantly to his arms.

Curse me and let me die!" The Maccabee seized the hair at his temples.

For a moment the awful gaze he bent upon Aquila seemed to show that the gentler spirit had been dislodged from his heart.

Then he cried: "God help us both, Aquila! My fault was greater than thine!" He turned and fled toward the house of the Greek.
The four legions of Titus swept after him.
Aquila lifted his eyes for the first time and gazed at Nathan.
"I cursed thee for sparing me to such an existence as was mine! Behold, father, thou didst bless me, instead.

I am ready to die." "Wait," the Christian said peacefully.
A moment later, the Maccabee dashed into the andronitis of Amaryllis.
After him sprang a terrified servant crying: "The Roman! The Roman is upon us!" A roar of such magnitude that it penetrated the stone walls of Amaryllis' house, swept in after the servant.