"At least you Christians believe in something beyond," he went on; "for you death is but a bridge leading to a glorious city, and I trust that you may be right.

Is not your mistress delicate ?" Nehushta nodded.
"She was never very strong, and sorrow has done its work with her.

They killed her husband at Berytus yonder, and--her trouble is very near." "Yes, yes, I heard that story, also that his blood is on the hands of her own father, Benoni.

Ah! who is so cruel as a bigot Jew?
Not we Phoenicians even, of whom they say such evil.

Once I had a daughter"-- here his hard face softened--"but let be, let be! Look you, the risk is great, but what I can do I will do to save her, and you also, friend, since, Libyan or no, you are a faithful woman.