"To shelter ?" he asked.
"Nay," said she quietly, "to death.

The papal emissaries had knowledge of it and would have been here to await him." "You would have betrayed him ?" Fra Gervasio's voice was hoarse, his eyes were burning sombrely.
"I would have saved my son," said she, with quiet satisfaction, in a tone that revealed how incontestably right she conceived herself to be.
He stood there, and he seemed taller and more gaunt than usual, for he had drawn himself erect to the full of his great height--and he was a man who usually went bowed.

His hands were clenched and the knuckles showed blue-white like marble.

His face was very pale and in his temple a little pulse was throbbing visibly.

He swayed slightly upon his feet, and the sight of him frightened me a little.