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THO YOUR SINS BE AS SCARLET.
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SHE SUFFERED SIMON S EMBRACES FREELY.
gazed at one another as if in terror, yet wondering what they feared. Finally the mistress spoke, sharply, bidding them go, and they all hurried away, as if glad to leave."
The sunshine was pleasant in the little yard, and the two lingered, enjoying the cool morning air. A young girl hurrying by with a basket, paused for a moment.
"Why stand you here, with faces so serious?" she queried, with a light laugh. "Hast felt the Nazarene's shadow ?"
"What is that?" asked the maid curiously.
"Have you not heard of the Nazarene? He has been for a week in this neighborhood. He heals the lame, the blind, even lepers, by a touch of his hand. Also he talks of love, charity and goodness, calling upon the people to repent and lead holy lives. He hath a wonderful power. ?Tis said he has only to pass thru a street and wherever his shadow falls, people leave their work or their pleasure and follow him."
The two servants looked at each other, wonderingly.
"Who is this Xazarene?" asked the
that. Some say that he is a prophet; others that he is a trickster. Some even call him the Christ. I know not. But certain it is that he doeth marvelous works."
As the girl went her way, the two faced each other with one thought.
"Can it be the spell of this Xazarene has touched our mistress?" breathed the maid.
A door opened, and Mary, mistress of the house, appeared in the doorway. The trailing scarlet robe which she wore, loosely bound with a golden cord, emphasized the tall, slender figure. Jewels flashed from the masses of dark hair, glowed about the bare throat, and sparkled upon the delicate hands, now clenched angrily.
"Why are you here, idling the time away ?" she began, furiously. "Is there nothing to do, that you must stand gossiping ?"
She broke off suddenly, passing her hand across her eyes and leaning forward. The frightened servants shrank back, expecting further rebuke, but Mary was gazing eagerly down the street.
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