"Are--are you a native ?" "No." She wanted mightily to know if he had met the young Philadelphus in that city, but she feared to ask further lest she betray him.
"A great city," he went on, "but there are greater pagan cities.

It is not like Jerusalem, which has no counterpart in the world.

Even the most intolerant pagan is curious about Jerusalem." She looked again at his face.

It was not Greek or Roman, neither more indicative of her own blood.
"Are you a Jew ?" she asked.
He remembered that she had seen him in a synagogue.
"I was," he said after a silence.
She looked at him a moment before she made comment.
"I never heard a Jew say it that way before." He acknowledged the rebuke with the flash of a smile that appeared only in his eyes.
"A Jew entirely Jewish wears the mark on him.

You have had to ask if I were a Jew.