Now where am I to look for him--Ephesus, Syene, Gaul, Medea?
Jerusalem first! By Hecate, the fellow is handsome! And these Jewesses are impressionable!" The rumination was broken off suddenly by a glimpse of an old deformed man bearing a burden on his shoulders, followed by a slender figure, jealously wrapped in a plebeian mantle that left only a hem of silver tissue under its border.

They were skirting along the brow of the hill opposite, away from the rest of the pilgrims on the road.

Both were walking slowly and the old man seemed to be examining the farther slope, as if meditating a halt.

Julian got upon his feet and watched.
He saw the old man sign to the girl presently and they moved down the farther side of the hill and were lost to view.
Julian cast a look at the sleeper and hesitated.

Then he scanned the road; he might miss Aquila.