Take heart, man! Are you the first that stuck a false friend between the ribs, or the first to have your love kissed against her will?
That it _was_ against her will, I take upon myself to swear.
You are too fretful, my good lord.

Come, now! What are we to do with you ?' 'I can ride on,' answered Basil.

'Pay no heed to me, and leave me in peace, I pray you.' He was helped to horseback, and the cavalcade went forth again along the Latin Way.

This morning, no beam of sunrise shone above the mountains; the heavens were sullen, and a hot wind blew from the south.
Even Venantius, though he hummed a song to himself, felt the sombre influence of the air, and kept glancing uneasily backwards at the death-pale man, who rode with head upon his breast.

Scarcely had they ridden for an hour at foot-pace, when a shout caught the captain's ear; he turned, just in time to see Basil dropping to the ground.
'God's thunder!' he growled.