Panic seized her! How could she go on to Jerusalem! That long graceful figure stretched on the sand was speaking.

What was it in his voice that drew her so mightily from any terror that possessed her at any time?
"Sit down, sit down! I have more to say," he was urging her.
She obeyed him numbly.
"He gets worse as he approaches the city.

I think I ought to leave him.

It will not be safe to be near him when his moneyed lady claims him for her own!" "She--she--" Laodice burst out, "is--may be such a woman!" "Such a woman as you! No; she will not be.

That is what makes him bad.
And now that I bethink me, perhaps it is just as well that you proceed to Jerusalem.