A Vestal Virgin take refuge on a pirate ship! But it was a matter of life and death now, and there was no time for forming another plan.

Once let the mob overtake them, and the lives of all three were not worth a sesterce.
Agias found it necessary to keep himself collected while he ran, or he would lose the way in the maze of streets.

The yacht was moored far below the Pons Sublicius, and the whole way was full of peril.

It was no use to turn off into alleys and by-paths; to do so at night meant to be involved in a labyrinth as deadly for them as that of the Cretan Minos.

The mob was on their heels, howling, raging.