They are as good as a passport for us." Blanka laughed, unaware of the full significance of his words.

She was like a saint walking over red-hot coals without once singeing the hem of her robe.
Ciprianu's house was, as is usual among the Wallachian nobility, well fitted for the reception of guests.

Everything savoured of the householder's nationality, but comfort and abundance were everywhere manifest.

Canopied beds were provided for all, only the master of the house, according to established custom, lay down before the kitchen door, wrapped in his sheepskin, and with his double-barrelled musket by his side.

In an adjoining room stood two beds for Blanka and Zenobia.
Aaron and Manasseh were likewise given a chamber in common.
Curiously enough, one is often most wakeful when most in need of sleep.
All her surroundings were so strange to Blanka that she found herself wide awake and listening to the barking of the dogs, the occasional crowing of the cocks, the snoring of the master of the house, and his frequent mutterings as he dreamed of fighting with thieves and housebreakers.