I saw the satrap of Teheran once, and he wore a turban of silk and a cloak of cloth of gold, and the hilt and scabbard of his sword made me dizzy with their splendor of precious stones.

I thought Osiris had lent him a glory from the sun.

I fear you have not entered upon your kingdom--the kingdom I was to share with you." "The daughter of my wise guest is kinder than she imagines herself; she is teaching me that Isis may kiss a heart without making it better." Ben-Hur spoke with cold courtesy, and Iras, after playing with the pendent solitaire of her necklace of coins, rejoined, "For a Jew, the son of Hur is clever.

I saw your dreaming Caesar make his entry into Jerusalem.

You told us he would that day proclaim himself King of the Jews from the steps of the Temple.