Then I broke from her clasp, and bracing myself for the task to which we stood committed by that kiss-- "Paola," said I, "we must devise the means to get away.

I will bear you to my mother's home near Biancomonte, that you may dwell there at least until we are wed.

But the thing that exercises my mind is how to make our unobserved escape from Pesaro." "I have thought of it already," she informed me quietly.
"You have thought of it ?" I cried.

"And of what have you thought ?" For answer she stepped back a pace, and drew the cowl of the monk's habit over her head until her features were lost in the shadows of it.
She stood before me now, a diminutive Dominican brother.

Her meaning was clear to me at once.