"Do not stay.

Be swift." "But the others ?" said Rachel, glancing back at the fighting, trampling, yelling mob.
"God guard them! We cannot." "Leave me," moaned her mistress.

"Save yourself, Nou; I am spent," and she sank down to her knees.
"But I am still strong," muttered Nehushta, and lifting the swooning woman in her sinewy arms, she fled on towards the port, crying, "Way, way for my lady, the noble Roman, who has swooned!" And the multitude made way..