Her heart held inexhaustible treasures, of which no man as yet could claim any share.

She ceased to fear him against whom she had hitherto felt obliged to be on her guard; so much strength had she gained from the sacred relics that she now thought herself strong enough to make conquests of her own.
In the morning Manasseh came early to escort the ladies and Gabriel Zimandy to the Sistine Chapel.

Upon gaining the Piazza di San Pietro they found a vast throng already assembled, through which the young man was forced to pilot his charges.

Blanka was compelled to cling fast to his arm, while Madam Dormandy took the advocate's, and so they made the best of their way forward.

As if by instinct, Manasseh knew where a courteous request would open a path before them, where to resort to more energetic measures, and where a couple of _lire_ would prove most effectual.