A truce! a truce! There is the sun of India in thine eyes; in the corners of thy mouth, Egypt hath set her love-signs.
Perpol! Turn not to that slave, fair mistress, before proving merciful to this one.

Tell me at least that I am pardoned." At this point she broke in upon him.
"Wilt thou come here ?" she asked, smiling, and with gracious bend of the head to Ben-Hur.
"Take the cup and fill it, I pray thee," she said to the latter.
"My father is thirsty." "I am thy most willing servant!" Ben-Hur turned about to do the favor, and was face to face with Messala.

Their glances met; the Jew's defiant; the Roman's sparkling with humor.
"O stranger, beautiful as cruel!" Messala said, waving his hand to her.

"If Apollo get thee not, thou shalt see me again.

Not knowing thy country, I cannot name a god to commend thee to; so, by all the gods, I will commend thee to--myself!" Seeing that Myrtilus had the four composed and ready, he returned to the chariot.