Being herself so evil, it was not to be wondered that she corrupted those who fell under her influence; the young lord Basil, for instance, who, incredible as it sounded, was said to be on the point of espousing a Gothic damsel, a mysterious attendant upon Aurelia, of whom strange stories were rife.

Talk of these things made no little agitation in the town when ceremonies were over and the coffin had been embarked.

The generality threw up their hands, and cried shame, and asked why the bishop did not take some action in so grave a scandal.
But here and there folk whispered together in a different tone, with winkings and lips compressed, and nods significant of menace.

Patience! Wait a day or two, and they would see what they would see.

Heaven was not regardless of iniquity.
Scarce had the ship weighed anchor, to be wafted across the bay by a gentle wind, when Petronilla started on her land journey for Rome.