How may I tell you for what we were sunk here, when I do not know, unless it was because we were rich?
Valerius Gratus can tell you who our enemy was, and when our imprisonment began.

I cannot.

See to what we have been reduced--oh, see, and have pity!" The air was heavy with the pest and the smoke of the torches, yet the Roman called one of the torch-bearers to his side, and wrote the answer nearly word for word.

It was terse, and comprehensive, containing at once a history, an accusation, and a prayer.

No common person could have made it, and he could not but pity and believe.
"Thou shalt have relief, woman," he said, closing the tablets.
"I will send thee food and drink." "And raiment, and purifying water, we pray you, O generous Roman!" "As thou wilt," he replied.
"God is good," said the widow, sobbing.