It is in the hand of God.

Let God decide." "Lady," answered Nehushta, setting her teeth, "for your sake I have become a Christian, yes, and I believe.

But I tell you this--while I live no lion's fangs shall tear that dear flesh of yours.

First if need be, I will stab you there in the arena, or if they take my knife from me, then I will choke you, or dash out your brains against the posts." "It may be a sin, Nou; take no such risk upon your soul." "My soul! What do I care about my soul?
You are my soul.

Your mother was kind to me, the poor slave-girl, and when you were an infant, I rocked you upon my breast.