The Ephesian went, leaving an impression of a most vindictive threat in the glittering smile and the motion of his shapely hand clenched at the victorious Maccabee.

The girl drew away hastily.

The veil was over her face and through its silken meshes he saw the glow on her cheeks and the sweep of her lowered lashes down upon that bloom.
She was faltering her thanks and her apologies.
"It is mine to ask pardon," he exclaimed, still smoldering with wrath.
"I had no part in this, except to interfere with this bad companion of mine.

I did not follow you; believe me." It confused her to know that he had guessed why she had moved from their encampment the night before.

As necessary as old Momus had made it seem to her then, it seemed now to have been ungrateful.