Danite

The Danite made her sit down upon a stone near the house, and brought a woman to her who carried bread and milk.

She felt cowed now, afraid to think what might come next; it was enough that the Danite had evidently some point in view.

The Danite's pulses leaped, but he did not, because of that, allow himself to speak or move.

The angel that ascended from the presence of Manoah could scarcely have more amazed the Danite.