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She was still dressed in the coarse laborer's attire that she had bought on the trading boat, and mingled readily with the crowds in the streets. She hoped she would not meet Mellie, for the girl's devotion might outweigh her judgment. The rest of that day Sira prowled about the city. Mingling with the common people, she came to have a new insight in their struggles, their sorrows.
Yet Sira never shared the passions which she inspired, and the bliss of Chosroes was tortured by a jealous doubt, that while he possessed her person, she had bestowed her affections on a meaner favorite. Part II. While the majesty of the Roman name was revived in the East, the prospect of Europe is less pleasing and less glorious.
Pero cant el fo abas ni monges revestitz en la sua abadia fo si·l lums eseurzitz qu'anc no i ac be ni pauza, tro qu'el ne fo ichitz; e cant fo de Tholosa avesques elegitz per trastota la terra es tals focs espanditz que ia mais per nulha aiga no sira escantitz; que plus de D.M., que de grans que petitz, i fe perdre las vidas e·ls cors e·ls esperitz.
Here Mellie sat in the glass-roofed garden, staring moodily at the luxuriant vegetation. She looked abstractedly at the young man coming down the garden walk, annoyed by the disturbance. There was something familiar in the sway of his hips as he walked. And then she flew up the path. Her arms went around the visitor, and Mellie, the maid, and Princess Sira kissed. Mellie was immediately confused.
Systematic classification is the first requisite for the profitable study of the Proverbs and the later Wisdom of Ben Sira. From these the student may pass on to the fuller treatment of the omnipresent human problem, so sublimely presented in the book of Job, and to the many fundamental questions raised by Eccleslastes and the Wisdom of Solomon.
Impatiently he paced up and down, stopping at a window for a moment and looking out into the night. "Your Highness! Your Highness!" The servant was sobbing with excitement. "Your Highness, Princess Sira has escaped!" Joro left the man babbling, dashed up the broad stairs, unheeding the servants who scattered before him. Their punishment could wait.
"The Princess Sira! I claim the reward. In there! She stood right there!" "Get out, you galoon!" the captain growled, knocking the fellow unconscious with the heavy barrel of his neuro. "Sort 'em out there. Moggins, Schkamitch. On the double. You will share, according to rank." But eagerly as they searched, they did not find Sira.
It was a most picturesque wadi covered with olive trees, and what was more important with any amount of stones suitable for road-making just at hand. On the Latron-Beit Sira road stones were scarce and had to be man-handled in limbers or baskets often quite a distance, but here were stones of every size within a few yards of the road.
Sira longed for one of these handy weapons herself, but they were too expensive: she had been unable to secure one. Now the police car was coming back. The sliding forward door was drawn back, and a man was leaning out, neuro alert. Judging the distance expertly, he pulled the trigger, and a hundred men fell unconscious. "Got 'em!" he snapped over his shoulder. "The princess as well. Down quick!"
Both his friends and enemies were persuaded, that it was the intention of Chosroes to bury himself under the ruins of the city and palace: and as both might have been equally adverse to his flight, the monarch of Asia, with Sira, and three concubines, escaped through a hole in the wall nine days before the arrival of the Romans.
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