But the man in your lap--it is--yes, it is--" "It is your master's son Polykarp," Paulus called back to her.

"He is hurt unto death; hurry down to the oasis, and tell the senator, tell Dame Dorothea--" "I have something else to do now," interrupted the shepherdess.

"Hermas has sent me to warn Gelasius, Psoes, and Dulas, and if I went down into the oasis they would lock me up, and not let me come up the mountain again.

What has happened to the poor fellow?
But it is all the same: there is something else for you to do besides grieving over a hole in Polykarp's head.

Go up to the tower, I tell you, and let him lie--or carry him up with you into your new den, and hand him over to your sweetheart to nurse." "Demon!" exclaimed Paulus, taking up a stone.
"Let him he!" repeated Miriam.