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Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ

CHAPTER III
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The eyelids, the lips, the nostrils, the flesh of the cheeks, were either gone or reduced to fetid rawness.

The neck was a mass of ash-colored scales.

One hand lay outside the folds of her habit rigid as that of a skeleton; the nails had been eaten away; the joints of the fingers, if not bare to the bone, were swollen knots crusted with red secretion.

Head, face, neck, and hand indicated all too plainly the condition of the whole body.

Seeing her thus, it was easy to understand how the once fair widow of the princely Hur had been able to maintain her incognito so well through such a period of years.
When the sun would gild the crest of Olivet and the Mount of Offence with light sharper and more brilliant in that old land than in the West, she knew Amrah would come, first to the well, then to a stone midway the well and the foot of the hill on which she had her abode, and that the good servant would there deposit the food she carried in the basket, and fill the water-jar afresh for the day.


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