"Indeed, he has an inhospitable air.

Now, if an Essene could do such a thing, I should think that here is a man who might have drawn an arrow upon a Jewish tax-gatherer," and he looked inquiringly at Miriam.
"That lad!" put in Nehushta.

"Why, he never shot anything larger than a bird of prey." "Caleb," added Miriam in excuse, "does not like strangers." "So I see," answered Marcus; "and to be frank, lady, I do not like Caleb.

He has an eye like a knife-point." "Come, Nehushta," said Miriam, "this is our road, and there runs that of the captain and his company.

Sir, farewell, and thank you for your escort." "Lady, for this while farewell, and thank you for your guidance." Thus for that day they parted.
The dwelling which many years before had been built by the Essenes for the use of their ward and her nurse, stood next to the large guest-house.