Don't be greedy, little ones--be patient.

To-night you will purr upon a full stomach." "Nine of them," muttered Nehushta, who had counted the roars, "all bearded and old, royal beasts.

To hearken to them makes me young again.
Yes, yes, I smell the desert and see the smoke rising from my father's tents.

As a child I hunted them, now they will hunt me; it is their hour." "Give me air! I faint!" gasped Rachel, sinking against her.
With a guttural exclamation of pity Nehushta bent down.

Placing her strong arms beneath the slender form of her young mistress, and lifting her as though she were a child, she carried her to the centre of the court, where stood a fountain; for before it was turned to the purposes of a jail once this place had been a palace.