"You have been with the centurion's pretty wife, and were taken by surprise.

Where is your sheepskin ?" Hermas started, felt on his shoulder, and exclaimed, striking his fist against his forehead, "Merciful Heaven!--I have left it there! The raging Gaul will find it." "He did not actually see you there ?" asked Paulus eagerly.
"No, certainly not," groaned Hermas, "but the skin--" "Well, well," muttered Paulus.

"Your sin is none the less, but something may be done in that case.

Only think if it came to your father's ears; it might cost him his life." "And that poor Sirona!" sighed Hermas.
"Leave me to settle that," exclaimed Paulus.

"I will make everything straight with her.