You are a good-looking young fellow, you have money and fine horses, and there are women enough who are only too ready to spread their nets abroad..." "What are you thinking of ?" cried Marcus passionately.

"It is I who am the fisher--a fisher of souls, and so every true believer ought to be.
She--she is innocence and simplicity itself, in spite of her roguish sauciness.

But she has fallen into the hands of a reprobate heathen, and here, where vice prowls about the city like a roaring lion, she will be lost--lost, if I do not rescue her.

Twice have I seen her in my dreams; once close to the cavern of a raging dragon, and again on the edge of a precipitous cliff, and each time an angel called out to me and bid me save her from the jaws of the monster, and from falling into the abyss.
Since then I seem to see her constantly; at meals, when I am in company, when I am driving,--and I always hear the warning voice of the angel.
And now I feel it a sacred duty to save her--a creature on whom the Almighty has lavished every gift he ever bestowed on the daughters of Eve--to lead her into the path of Salvation." Demetrius had listened to his brother's enthusiastic speech with growing anxiety, but he merely shrugged his shoulders and said: "I almost envy you your acquaintance with this favorite of the gods; but you might, it seems to me, postpone the work of salvation.

You were away from Alexandria for half a year, and if she could hold out so long as that..." "Do not speak so; you ought not to speak so!" cried Marcus, pressing his hand on his heart as though in physical pain.