To Laodice, in her lowly position, he seemed superhumanly big and splendid.

Without mantle or any of the accessories that would show preparation against the cold, his bare arms and limbs and dark face, tanned, hardy and resolute, seemed to be those of a strong aborigine, sturdy friend of all of nature's rougher moods.
He did not look at Momus, who got up as quickly as he might at the intrusion of the big stranger.

His dark eyes rested on Laodice, who sat transfixed with her sudden recognition of the visitor.
He held in one hand a brace of fowls, in the other a skin of wine.
When he spoke the polish of the Ephesian andronitis in his voice and manner destroyed the primitive illusion.
"Lady, I heard in the synagogue at Emmaus to-day the exclusion that is laid upon you for seven days.

This is a hungry country and no man should waste food.

I shall enter Jerusalem to-morrow by daybreak; we, my companion and I, have no further use for these.