"I forbid you touching her.

Rise, and get you gone before any at the well see you here.
Nay, I forgot--it is too late! You must remain now and share our doom.

Rise, I say!" Amrah rose to her knees, and said, brokenly and with clasped hands, "O good mistress! I am not false--I am not wicked.

I bring you good tidings." "Of Judah ?" and as she spoke, the widow half withdrew the cloth from her head.
"There is a wonderful man," Amrah continued, "who has power to cure you.

He speaks a word, and the sick are made well, and even the dead come to life.