"A man, a prisoner, old and white and terrible! But it was in his youth! He told me! And the one in Ephesus, a red-beard, hunchbacked and half-blind and even more terrible than the first! He saw Him after He was dead!" "Dead!" Her lips shaped the word.
"They--yes! He was crucified!" Her lips parted as if to speak the word, but her mind failed to grasp it certainly.

She stood moveless in an actual pain of horror.
"But He rose again from the dead," he persisted, "and left the earth to its own devices hereafter.

And so behold Jerusalem! "And there was one woman," he added, "who had been a scarlet woman.
She had anointed His feet with precious oil and wiped them with her hair.

And I saw her also--I sought them all out, because they could do miracles and foretell events.

Thousands upon thousands believe in them." "Crucified!" she whispered.
"They say," he went on, "that He pronounced judgment on Jerusalem and that it now cometh to pass!" The accumulated effect of the calamitous recital was to stun her.