Her skin was tight-stretched.

Almost it seemed I could look through her hands did she hold them between me and the light.

She was a good woman, but highly nervous, and, at times, fancy-flighted about shades and signs and omens.
Nor was she above seeing visions and hearing voices.

As for me, I had no patience with such weaknesses.

Yet was she a good woman with no heart of evil.
* * * * * I was on a mission for Tiberius, and it was my ill luck to see little of Miriam.