23. But his daughter answered him not, for the words died on her tongue; but she looked in his face and smiled, and then she looked at her babe as it lay on my knee.
24. And Galli the scribe was sore amazed, and said, What aileth thee, my daughter? and why answerest thou not to the words of thy father?
25. And he held her in his arms, and her hands were clasped around his neck that they would not be loosed.
26. And behold there was a sound like a small voice issued from her mouth, and the light of her eyes became dim, and her head fell back over the arm of her father.
27. And her gentle spirit departed away unto him that gave it; for she spoke no more, neither breathed she any more.
28. And we buried her in the isle of the holy place, and mourned for her many days.
29. And I besought of Galli the scribe that he would leave the child with me, that I might bring her up in our convent, and breed her in the ways of purity and truth.
30. But he refused, and said, I cannot part with the child of my only daughter; she shall go with me and be the heiress of all that I possess.
31. And after I had blessed him, he departed with the little maid to go to his own land, and I saw them no more.
32. For after many years had elapsed, I went again into the country beyond the river, and I visited the house of Galli the scribe.