Danger there is none between here and there.

Make your utmost speed.' Many were the confidential missions which Sagaris had discharged; yet, looking now into his man's face, the master was troubled by a sudden misgiving.

The state of his own mind disposed him to see peril everywhere.

At another time he would not have noted so curiously a sort of gleam in the Syrian's eye, a something on the fellow's cunning, sensual lips, which might mean anything or nothing.

Did Sagaris divine who the veiled lady was?
From the bishop's man he could not have learned it, they themselves, as the bishop had assured Marcian, being totally ignorant in the matter.