It sounded peaceful and quiet, as though no war, or rebellion, or misery and shame, were anywhere within the radius of its travel.
Just where they stood there was a tall calvary.

Behind it was some shrubbery.

Ferrol was going to answer her, when he saw, coming along the road, the Cure in his robes, bearing the host.

In front of him trotted an acolyte, swinging the censer.
Ferrol quickly drew Sophie aside behind the bushes, where they should not be seen; for he was no longer reckless.

He wished to be careful for the woman's sake.
The Curb did not turn his head to the right or left, but came along chanting something slowly.