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Of her rescue on the roof of the Gate Nicanor , of her being carried before Titus Cæsar in the arms of Gallus , and of his judgment concerning her she recollected nothing . Nor , indeed , did she ever attain to a clear memory of those events , while the time between them and the recovery of her reason by the seashore in the garden at Tyre always remained a blank . That troubled fragment of her life was sunk in a black sea of oblivion . At length the old woman came to summon Miriam to her midday meal , and led her , not to her own tent , but to that which was pitched to serve as an eating-place for the captain , Gallus . As she went she saw knots of soldiers gathered across her path as though to intercept her , and turned to fly , for the sight of them brought back the terrors of the siege . `` Have no fear of them , '' said the old woman , smiling . `` Ill would it go here with him who dared to lift a finger against their Pearl-Maiden . ''