Enough of the Roman stock in her line had given structural firmness and stature to a type which at her age would have developed weight and duskiness, but she was taller and more slender than the women of her race, and supple and alive and splendid.

About her hips was knotted a silken scarf of red and white and green with long undulant fringes that added to the lithe grace in her movements.

Under it was a glistening garment of silver tissue that reached to the small ankles laced about by the ribbons of white sandals.

For sleeves there were netted fringes through which the fine luster of her arms was visible.

About her wrists, her throat and in her hair, heavy and shining black, were golden coins that marked her steps with stealthy tinkling.
Costobarus, in spite of the shock of doubt and fear in his brain, looked at her as if with the happy eyes of the astonished Maccabee.