But those who met him could not see into his soul, and his external aspect certainly bore little resemblance to that of other men.
His feet, unused to walking, moved but clumsily, and had a heavy body to carry, and his enormous beard and the mass of gray hair on his head--which he turned now this way and now that--gave him an aspect that might well scare even a bold man who should meet him unexpectedly.

Two stall-keepers who, by day, were accustomed to offer their wares for sale near the Serapeum to the pilgrims, met him close to the city.
"Did you see that panting object ?" said one to the other as they looked after him.

"If he were not shut up fast in his cell I could declare it was Serapion, the recluse." "Nonsense," replied the other.

"He is tied faster by his oath than by chains and fetters.

It must be one of the Syrian beggars that besiege the temple of Astarte." "Perhaps," answered his companion with indifference.