Go!" he roared like a mad beast, his rage a thing terrific.
I looked at him and from him to Giuliana, and my eyes most clearly invited her to tell me how she would have me act.
"Indeed, you had best go, Agostino," she answered sadly.

"I shall bear his insults easier if there be no witness.

Yes, go." "Since it is your wish, Madonna," I bowed to her, and very erect, very defiant of mien, I went slowly past the livid Fifanti, and so out.

I heard the door slammed after me, and in the little hall I came upon Busio, who was wringing his hand and looking very white.

He ran to me.
"He will murder her, Messer Agostino," moaned the old man.