I offered her to work in the palace for you with the other girls, for good wages, but she would not; for she has to wait on her sick grandmother, and she is proud, and will not serve any one." "It seems you were a long time with the paraschites' people," said Bent-Anat reprovingly.

"I should have thought that what has happened to me might have served you as a warning." "I will not be better than you!" cried the boy.

"Besides, the paraschites is dead, and Uarda's father is a respectable soldier, who can defile no one.

I kept a long way from the old woman.

To-morrow I am going again.