For your sake I am silent.'....
'For her sake! A pretty speech for me! What next ?' said he to himself.
'Ah, Bran, Bran, this is all your fault!' 'For my sake! Oh, why not for your own sake?
How sad to hear one--one like you, only sneering and speaking evil!' 'Why then?
If fools are fools, and one can safely call them so, why not do it ?' 'Ah,--if God was merciful enough to send down His own Son to die for them, should we not be merciful enough not to judge their failings harshly!' 'My dear young lady, spare a worn-out philosopher any new anthropologic theories.

We really must push on a little faster, if we intend to reach Ostia to-night.' But, for some reason or other, Raphael sneered no more for a full half-hour.
Long, however, ere they reached Ostia, the night had fallen; and their situation began to be more than questionably safe.

Now and then a wolf, slinking across the road towards his ghastly feast, glided like a lank ghost out of the darkness, and into it again, answering Bran's growl by a gleam of his white teeth.

Then the voices of some marauding party rang coarse and loud through the still night, and made them hesitate and stop a while.

And at last, worst of all, the measured tramp of an imperial column began to roll like distant thunder along the plain below.