But say what you will, you go to Emmaus to-night, without fail.

I have spoken!" Aquila touched his horse and riding away from the woman came up beside Costobarus who was gazing over the country through which they were passing.
It was a great plain, advancing by benches and slopes to the edge of a rocky shore.

Without forests, spotted only with verdure, vast, barren, exhausted with the constant production of fourteen centuries, it was a cheerless sea-front at its best.

To the west the wash of the tideless Mediterranean tumbled along an unindented coast; to the east the sallow stony earth went up and up, toward an ever receding sallow horizon.

Between lay humbled towns, wholly abandoned to the bats and to the ignoble wild life of the Judean wilderness.