"All—so that Lydia be saved!"
"Thy spirit may be tried," she said. "The Roman hath commanded that ye be pent here until Lydia is found, believing that imprisonment and hunger and torture may persuade the Jews to give her up if she be hid among them. But I shall come to thee with comforts and such tidings as I may learn."
She touched his hands to her forehead and moved away, calling back:
"The time is not long; the Jewish king will not lag in his own requital! Be assured! I abide without these lines, since I can not help thee within! Farewell!"
At the door she stopped, but, reconsidering her impulse, went out without speaking.
"It would not be seemly to tell, now, that I saw Classicus' green and gold garment exposed in a usurer's shop."
A sand-column passed before the wind, by the sentry at the upper end of the street; but he did not attempt to halt it.