But Miriam--Miriam--" "She saved you at the cost of her own life," said Petrus completing the lad's sentence, for at the recollection of the occurrence his voice had failed and his eyes overflowed with tears.
Hermas nodded assent, and then added softly: "She threw up her arms and called my name as the spear struck her.

The eldest son of Obedianus punished the heathen that had done it, and I supported her as she fell dying and took her curly head on my knees and spoke her name; she opened her eyes once more, and spoke mine softly and with indescribable tenderness.

I had never thought that wild Miriam could speak so sweetly, I was overcome with terrible grief, and kissed her eyes and her lips.
She looked at me once more with a long, wide-open, blissful gaze, and then she was dead." "She was a heathen," said Dorothea, drying her eyes, "but for such a death the Lord will forgive her much." "I loved her dearly," said Marthana, "and will lay my sweetest flowers on her grave.

May I cut some sprays from your blooming myrtle for a wreath ?" "To-morrow, to-morrow, my child," replied Dorothea.

"Now go to rest; it is already very late." "Only let me stay till Antonius and Jethro come back," begged the girl.
"I would willingly help you to find your son," said Hermas, "and if you wish I will go to Raithu and Klysma, and enquire among the fishermen.
Had the centurion--" and as he spoke the young soldier looked down in some embarrassment, "had the centurion found his fugitive wife of whom he was in pursuit with Talib, the Amalekite, before he died ?" "Sirona has not yet reappeared," replied Petrus, "and perhaps--but just now you mentioned the name of Paulus, who was so dear to you and your father.