Then Anubis met me, and began chattering about love; I repelled him, but he seized me, and held me with his hand here on my head and wanted to kiss me; then my blood rose, I caught hold of my reaping hook, that hung by my side, and it was not till I saw him roaring on the ground, that I saw I had done wrong.

How it happened I really cannot tell--something seemed to rise up in me--something--I don't know what to call it.

It drives me on as the wind drives the leaves that lie on the road, and I cannot help it.

The best thing you can do is to let me die, for then you would be safe once for all from my wickedness, and all would be over and done with." "How can you speak so ?" interrupted Marthana.

"You are wild and ungovernable, but not wicked." "Only ask him!" cried the girl, pointing with flashing eyes to Hermas, who, on his part, looked down a the floor in confusion.