'I must go straightway.' 'Why?
The danger is great.' 'It may be'-- this was spoken into Decius' ear--'that Veranilda is imprisoned there.

I have proof now, awful proof, that Petronilla lied to me.

I must enter, and seek.' Hard by were litters for public hire.

Bidding his slaves follow, Basil had himself carried, fast as bearers could run, towards the Anicianum.
Not even fear of the pestilence could withhold him.

His curse upon Petronilla had been heard; the Almighty God had smitten her; would not the same Power protect him?
He prayed mentally, beseeching the intercession of the Virgin, of the saints.