You may put down your basket.' And he knocked at the door, and delivering the fruit to a black porter, made a polite obeisance to Philammon, and seemed on the point of taking his departure.
'But where is the archbishop's house ?' 'Close to the Serapeium.

You cannot miss the place: four hundred columns of marble, now ruined by Christian persecutors, stand on an eminence--' 'But how far off ?' 'About three miles; near the gate of the Moon.' 'Why, was not that the gate by which we entered the city on the other side ?' 'Exactly so; you will know your way back, having already traversed it.' Philammon checked a decidedly carnal inclination to seize the little fellow by the throat, and knock his head against the wall, and contented himself by saying-- 'Then do you actually mean to say, you heathen villain, that you have taken me six or seven miles out of my road ?' 'Good words young man.

If you do me harm, I call for help; we are close to the Jews' quarter, and there are some thousands there who will swarm out like wasps on the chance of beating a monk to death.

Yet that which I have done, I have done with a good purpose.

First, politically, or according to practical wisdom--in order that you, not I, might carry the basket.