Rafael Sabatini,
The Strolling Saint; being the confessions of the high and mighty Agostino D'Anguissola…
“ A few of the foremost of the crowd ran forward and scrambled down into the ditch to view the body, and from them the rumour of the truth ran like a ripple over water through that mob, so that in the twinkling of an eye there was no man in that vast concourse—and all Piacenza seemed by now to be packed into the square—but knew that Pier Luigi Farnese was dead. ”
