Will Bessas forego revenge when, after much trouble, he has wrested the captive from your hands?
Think!' Petronilla's countenance, fixed as a face in marble, still suggested no thought save one of scorn; but there was a brief silence before she replied.
'I would not have believed,' she said calmly, 'that a man could be so besotted with foolish passions.

Listen, you in turn.

Where those women are, I know as little as do you yourself.

I think, and have good reason for thinking, that the Goth is already on her way to Constantinople, but I have no certainty of it.

The one thing I do surely know, is that you are hoodwinked and baffled by the man you trust.' A groan of rage and anguish broke from Basil.