That you have a purpose I am sure.

To it, I pray, and I will answer you; then let us go our several ways, and forget we ever met.

Say on; I will listen, but not to more of that which you have given me." She regarded him intently a moment, as if determining what to do--possibly she might have been measuring his will--then she said, coldly, "You have my leave--go." "Peace to you," he responded, and walked away.
As he was about passing out of the door, she called to him.
"A word." He stopped where he was, and looked back.
"Consider all I know about you." "O most fair Egyptian," he said, returning, "what all do you know about me ?" She looked at him absently.
"You are more of a Roman, son of Hur, then any of your Hebrew brethren." "Am I so unlike my countrymen ?" he asked, indifferently.
"The demi-gods are all Roman now," she rejoined.
"And therefore you will tell me what more you know about me ?" "The likeness is not lost upon me.

It might induce me to save you." "Save me!" The pink-stained fingers toyed daintily with the lustrous pendant at the throat, and her voice was exceeding low and soft; only a tapping on the floor with her silken sandal admonished him to have a care.
"There was a Jew, an escaped galley-slave, who killed a man in the Palace of Idernee," she began, slowly.
Ben-Hur was startled.
"The same Jew slew a Roman soldier before the Market-place here in Jerusalem; the same Jew has three trained legions from Galilee to seize the Roman governor to-night; the same Jew has alliances perfected for war upon Rome, and Ilderim the Sheik is one of his partners." Drawing nearer him, she almost whispered, "You have lived in Rome.

Suppose these things repeated in ears we know of.