He left me only to go in quest of the necessaries for our journey.

If harm has come to me the blame of it must not rest on him." "Of what harm do you speak, Madonna ?" he cried, in a voice laden with concern.
"Of what harm," she echoed, eyeing him with a scorn that would have slain him had he any manhood left.

"Of what harm?
Mother of Mercy, defend me! Do you ask the question?
What greater harm could have come to me than to have fallen into the hands of Ramiro del' Orca and his brigands ?" He stood looking at her, and I doubt not that his face was a very picture of simulated consternation.
"Surely, Madonna, you do not understand that we are your friends, that you can so abuse us.

But you will be faint, Madonna," he cried, with a fresh and deep solicitude.

"A cup of wine." And he waved his hand towards the table.
"It would poison me, I think," she answered coldly.
"You are cruel, and--alas!--mistrustful," said he.