“It appeareth that you are his friends and guests. I rejoice that it hath so come to pass, but it seemeth strange!”
Amabel then briefly related the whole story of the shipwreck, and of the friendliness and growing interest of Marcius in their teaching.
After listening to the narrative, Rebecca closed her eyes, while Memory held its graphic pictures before her.
Back, back to the evening on the Cydnus—the storm—the scene in the palace—the boyish, brotherly devotion of Saulus, and the outcome of complete salvation.
Then she quickly roamed over the succeeding years,—the change in Saulus—his terrible persecutions—her life in the Holy City—and on, on, down to the events of the past two days.
Verily, life was a mysterious labyrinth!
She was again in a palace of Marcius!
But Marcius was another Marcius; the same only in name; the friend of her friends, and the doer of good deeds. Nay, more. He was her deliverer from death, and his house her place of refuge.
No! he could never recognize her!
She resolved to lock up the secret of the first Marcius!