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"The frosts! The frosts!" the dying man whispered The mute

understood Then the father's eyes wandered toward the figure of his

daughter fended away froony of his distress for her bridged the space between them

And while they yearned toward each other in a silence that quivered

with pain, the light darkened in Costobarus' eyes

When Laodice carass,

in the shelter of an overhanging bluff It was not the scene upon

which her sorrow-stunned eyes had closed a while before The village

was nowhere in sight; the plain had been left behind; any further vieas shut off by Aquila's horse, and the two camels whose bridles were

in the hands of Hira at her feet was a new-coaze rested

He was an old irt about

him with a rope Barefoot, bareheaded and provided only with a staff

and a small wallet, he was to outward appearances little ion of mendicants that infested the poverty-stricken land of

Judea But his large eyes, under the tangle of wind-blohite hair

and white shelving broere infinitely intelligent and refined

Now, they beaot hiht back like a blow the meht snatches of conversation between the old

wayfarer and Aquila They were spoken in low tones and only from time

to time did they reach her