They won't do the road much damage.

Why they've scarcely soles to their feet." Then Judith was quiet, but she took a stolen glance at one of the men who stood tall and straight in his blue mantle, his hair falling over his shoulders, his pale face turned towards her with an earnest look.
"What a man?
Is something the matter with me?
Perhaps he misses the Greek mantle that he sees other women wear ?" "How far have you come ?" the toll-keeper asked the men.
"We've come from Magdala to-day," replied Simon, the fisherman.
"Then it is time that you rested here a little in the shade.

The sun has been hot all day." When Judith saw that they were really preparing to avail themselves of the invitation, she hastened to her room, adorned herself with gay-coloured stuffs, a sparkling bracelet, and a pearl necklace that she had lately acquired from a Sidonian merchant.

She came out again with a tray of figs and dates.

The tall, pale man--it was Jesus--silently passed on the tray, and took no refreshment Himself.
His penetrating glance made her uneasy.