"Oh, if we could only stay here in peace!" she cried.
He said nothing, for he knew that there was still much danger, and he was anxious for her.

He only pressed her hands and then led her away.
They followed the corridor together, side by side, to the turning.

Then he whispered to her to drop behind, and she let him go on a dozen paces and followed him.

The way was long, and ill lighted at intervals by oil lamps hung from the vault by small chains; they cast a broad black shadow beneath them, and shed a feeble light above.

Several times persons passed them, and Dolores' heart beat furiously.