“What dost thou therefore believe?”
"I scarcely know: but when I behold how pure he is while doing thus, I inquire whether we might not also be more holy in our minds while less strait in our external observances. Many of us are sinful in our lives, while outwardly sanctified: and may not this be in some degree the case with us all?"
"I fear to listen further,” said Michal; “and I now fear to meet the Teacher. I will return whence I did wrong to come forth.”
She raised her head which had sunk on her knees, and drew her veil around her face to conceal the tears which had sprung to her eyes. Grief had succeeded to hope, and she wished to avoid the mysterious Teacher who could not have been sent by the God of the Hebrews, since he had tarried two days at Sychar, boded evil to the Temple, and entered the dwelling of a publican.
Her brother and his friend accompanied her to the city, and then proceeded along the shore of the lake to the southward, still hoping to see and hear more of him who filled their thoughts.
They walked slowly, conversing earnestly
