I would that with my own eyes I could see so remarkable a man." Pilate's brows corrugated at her words, and it was clear that to the burden on his nerves was added the overwrought state of his wife's nerves.
"If you would see him, beat up the dens of the town," Miriam laughed spitefully.

"You will find him wine-bibbing or in the company of nameless women.

Never so strange a prophet came up to Jerusalem." "And what harm in that ?" I demanded, driven against my will to take the part of the fisherman.

"Have I not wine-guzzled a-plenty and passed strange nights in all the provinces?
The man is a man, and his ways are men's ways, else am I a madman, which I here deny." Miriam shook her head as she spoke.
"He is not mad.

Worse, he is dangerous.