May God have mercy on your soul." "I am praying," said I, "for just so much mercy as you shall have justice.

If my prayer is heard, I should be well-content." He changed countenance a little.

So, too, I thought, did Madonna Paola.
My firmness may have yielded her some grain of comfort.

Ramiro set his hands on his hips, and eyed me squarely.
"You are a dauntless rogue," he confessed.
I laughed for answer, and in that moment it entered my mind that I might yet enjoy some measure of revenge in this life.

More than that, I might benefit Madonna.