But in the realisation of her freedom, in suddenly giving the rein to her nature, so long controlled by her resolute will, all passion seemed to break out at once with renewed force; and the conviction that her anger against her two enemies was perfectly just and righteous, added fuel to the fire.

Her eyes gleamed fiercely as she spoke of Del Ferice and his bride, and no punishment seemed too severe for those who had so treacherously tried to dash the cup of her happiness from her very lips.
"I wish they would marry," she repeated, "and I wish the Cardinal would turn them out of Rome the next day." "That might be done," said Giovanni, who had himself revolved more than one scheme of vengeance against the evil-doers.

"The trouble is, that the Cardinal despises Del Ferice and his political dilettanteism.

He does not care a fig whether the fellow remains in Rome or goes away.

I confess it would be a great satisfaction to wring the villain's neck." "You must not fight him again, Giovanni," said Corona, in sudden alarm.
"You must not risk your life now--you know it is mine now." She laid her hand tenderly on his, and it trembled.
"No, dearest--I certainly will not.