ow how to value your
adorer's offerings."

The Gaul laughed loud, seized the hermit's garment, and went with the
lamp into the dark room behind the kitchen, in which vessels and utensils
of various sorts were kept. These he set on one side to turn it into a
sleeping-room for his wife, of whose guilt he was fully convinced.

Who the man was for whose sake she had dishonored him, he knew not, for
Miriam had said nothing more than, "Go home, your wife is laughing with
her lover."

While her husband was still threatening and storming, Sirona had said to
herself, that she would rather die than live any longer with this man.
That she herself was not free from fault never occurred to her mind. He
who is punished more severely than he deserves, easily overlooks his own
fault in his feeling of the judge's injustice.

Phoebicius was right; neither Petrus nor Dorothea had it in their power
to protect her against him, a Roman citizen. If she could not contrive to
help her self she was a prisoner, and without air, light, and freedom she
could not live. During his last speech her resolution had been quickly
matured, and hardly had he turned his back and crossed the threshold,
than she hurried up to her bed, wrapped the trembling greyhound in the
coverlet, took it in her arms like a child, and ran into the sitting-room
with her light burden; the shutters were still open of the window through
which Hermas had fled into the open. With the help of a stool she took
the same way, let herself slip down from the sill into the street, and
hastened on without aim or goal--inspired only by the wish to escape
durance in the dark room, and to burst every bond that tied her to her
hated mate--up the church-hill and along the road which lead over the
mountain to the sea.

Phoebicius gave her a long start, for after having arranged her prison he
remained some time in the little room behind the kitchen, not in order to
give her time, collect his thoughts or to reflect on his future action,
but simply because he felt utterly exhausted.

The centurion was nearly sixty years of age, and his frame, originally a
powerful one, was now broken by every sort of dissipation, and could no
longer resist the effects of the strain and excitement of this night.

The lean, wiry, and very active man did not usually fall into these fits
of total enervation excepting in the daytime, for after sundown a
wonderful change would come over the gray-headed veteran, wh