They say he was a passionate man, and such indeed I do believe him to have been; but even in the hottest frenzy of rage, outwardly he was ever the same--icily cold and tranquil.

And this, no doubt, was the thing that made him terrible.
"Presently, Madonna," he pursued, "I shall ask you to tell me how it chanced that, having saved you, Messer Biancomonte did not bear you to your brother's house.

But first I have business with my Governor of Cesena--a score which is rendered, if possible, heavier than it already stood by this thing that you have told me." "My lord," cried out Ramiro, finding his tongue at last, "Madonna has misinformed you.

I know nothing of who administered the sleeping-potion.
Certainly it was not I.I heard a rumour that her body had been stolen, and--" "Silence!" Cesare commanded sternly.

"Did I question you, dog ?" His beautiful, terrible eyes fastened upon Ramiro in a glance that defied the man to answer him.