Passing round him, she went to the gate, slid the wicket latch easily to one side, and put her hand in the opening.

One of the broad boards in the left valve swung ajar without noise.
She put the basket through, and was about to follow, when, yielding to curiosity, she lingered to have one look at the stranger whose face was below her in open view.
The spectators across the street heard a low exclamation, and saw the woman rub her eyes as if to renew their power, bend closer down, clasp her hands, gaze wildly around, look at the sleeper, stoop and raise the outlying hand, and kiss it fondly--that which they wished so mightily to do, but dared not.
Awakened by the action, Ben-Hur instinctively withdrew the hand; as he did so, his eyes met the woman's.
"Amrah! O Amrah, is it thou ?" he said.
The good heart made no answer in words, but fell upon his neck, crying for joy.
Gently he put her arms away, and lifting the dark face wet with tears, kissed it, his joy only a little less than hers.

Then those across the way heard him say, "Mother--Tirzah--O Amrah, tell me of them! Speak, speak, I pray thee!" Amrah only cried afresh.
"Thou has seen them, Amrah.

Thou knowest where they are; tell me they are at home." Tirzah moved, but her mother, divining her purpose, caught her and whispered, "Do not go--not for life.

Unclean, unclean!" Her love was in tyrannical mood.