Take up the jar and fill it, and bring it here.

We will carry them to the tomb with us.

For this day you will then have rendered all the service that is lawful.

Haste, Amrah." The people under whose eyes all this had passed made way for the servant, and even helped her fill the jar, so piteous was the grief her countenance showed.
"Who are they ?" a woman asked.
Amrah meekly answered, "They used to be good to me." Raising the jar upon her shoulder, she hurried back.

In forgetfulness, she would have gone to them, but the cry "Unclean, unclean! Beware!" arrested her.