And then--then-- Ah, Esther, if I could buy them, I do not know that I would.

I do not believe peace possible to me; no, not even in the sleepy shade and sweet air of the marble porches of the old villa--no matter who might be there to help me bear the burden of the days, nor by what patience of love she made the effort.

Peace is not possible to me while my people are lost, for I must be watchful to find them.

If I find them, and they have suffered wrong, shall not the guilty suffer for it?
If they are dead by violence, shall the murderers escape?
Oh, I could not sleep for dreams! Nor could the holiest love, by any stratagem, lull me to a rest which conscience would not strangle." "Is it so bad then ?" she asked, her voice tremulous with feeling.
"Can nothing, nothing, be done ?" Ben-Hur took her hand.
"Do you care so much for me ?" "Yes," she answered, simply.
The hand was warm, and in the palm of his it was lost.

He felt it tremble.