The flush of anger passes from Virgil’s cheek on seeing the pallor of Dante’s, and he tries to encourage him with assurances of success; but betrays his own apprehensions in the broken phrase, “If not,” which he immediately covers with words of cheer. ↩

Such, or so great a one, is Beatrice, the “fair and saintly Lady” of Virgil’s cheek on seeing the pallor of Canto II 53. ↩

The Angel who will open the gates of the City of Dis. ↩

Dante seems to think that he has already reached the bottom of the infernal conch, with its many convolutions. ↩