th a desire for a replica of this lamp, which
reminds me of a spot familiar to my childhood. Do you remember it? Now
that I have found who is the lamp's maker----"

"Cease fooling," broke in Nehushta. "Bird of ill-omen, you have come to
drag your prey back to the shame and ruin which she has escaped."

"I was not always called thus," answered Caleb, flushing, "when I
rescued you from the house at Tyre for instance, or when I risked my
life, Miriam, to throw you food upon the gate Nicanor. Nay, I come to
save you from Domitian----"

"And to take her for yourself," answered Nehushta. "Oh! we Christians
also have eyes to see and ears to hear, and, black-hearted traitor
that you are, we know all your shame. We know of your bargain with the
chamberlain of Domitian, by which the body of the slave was to be the
price of the life of her buyer. We know how you swore away the honour of
your rival, Marcus, with false testimony, and how from week to week you
have quartered Rome as a vulture quarters the sky till at length you
have smelt out the quarry. Well, she is helpless, but One is strong, and
may His vengeance fall upon your life and soul."

Suddenly Nehushta's voice, that had risen to a scream, died away, and
she stood before him threatening him with her bony fists, and searching
his face with her burning eyes, a vengeance incarnate.

"Peace, woman, peace," said Caleb, shrinking back before her. "Spare
your reproaches; if I have sinned much it is because I have loved
more----"

"And hate most of all," added Nehushta.

"Oh! Caleb," broke in Miriam, "if as you say you love me, why should you
deal thus with me? You know well that I do not love you after this sort,
no, and never can, and even if you keep me from Domitian, who does but
make a tool of you, what would it advantage you to take a woman who
leaves her heart elsewhere? Also I may never marry you for that same
reason that I may not marry Marcus, because my faith is and must remain
apart from yours. Would you make a base slave of your old playmate,
Caleb? Would you bring her to the level of a dancing-girl? Oh! let me go
in peace."

"Upon the ship _Luna_," said Caleb sullenly.

Miriam gasped! So he knew their plans.

"Yes," she replied desperately, "upon the ship _Luna_, to find such a
fate as Heaven may give me; at least to be at peace and free. For your
soul's sake, Caleb, let me go. Once years ago you swore that you would
not force yourself upon me against m