Wisely she counselled that we should do nothing that might draw too much attention upon ourselves, and she urged me to wait until the dawn, when the guard would be astir and the gates opened.
So we fled to the shelter of a porch, and there we waited, huddling ourselves out of the reach of the icy rain.

We talked little during the time we spent there.

For my own part I had overmuch food for thought, and a very natural anxiety racked me.

Soon the monks would be descending to the church, and they would discover the havoc there, and spread the alarm.
Who could say but that they might even discover the abstraction of the two habits from the sacristy, and the hue and cry for two men in the sackcloth of Dominicans would be afoot--for they would infer that two men so disguised had made off with the body of Madonna Paola.
The thought stirred me like a goad.

I stood up.