Despite Laura's love for her, she betrayed her invincible feeling that there must be some grounds for special or temporary distrust.
'The lives that hang on it knock at me here,' she said, touching under her throat with fingers set like falling arrows.
But Ammiani, who moved in the centre of conspiracies, met at their councils, and knew their heads, and frequently combated their schemes, was not possessed by the same profound idea of their potential command of hidden facts and sovereign wisdom.

He said, 'We trust too much to one man.

We are compelled to trust him, but we trust too much to him.

I mean this man, this devil, Barto Rizzo.

Signora, signora, he must be spoken of.