Therefore, fear nothing." They reached the house and entered a kind of parlor, where Julio threw upon the table the spring he held in his hand, and seating himself, he said to his companion: "Take a chair, Bernardo.

You are about to hear some strange adventures.

Do you know the ruffian Bufferio?
He is a jolly fellow, who cares as little for the life of a man as for that of a fly.

There is not a man in the parish of Saint Andrew who does not tremble at the sight of him.

In a by-street there is a tavern in a large cellar, where one can hear the rattling of dice all night long, and they play for piles of gold--where it comes from, the devil only knows.