Marjorie Bowen

“ My lord, truly it was not for naught, seeing we shall thereby slay Visconti!"
"This man, Agnolo, he is to be trusted?" said Mastino.
"If ever man was! He would see Milan in ashes, an Visconti were among them." ”

“ Truly I think we may trust the man that I remember," and Mastino faintly smiled. "There is no guile in him—nor in his daughter; poor lady! she was happy then!"
"Visconti has left a guard of soldiers to protect the house; but not so many that they will not be easily disposed of. Vistarnini speaks them fair, they have no suspicion."
Mastino rose and held out his hand. "So thou hast done it, my friend, thou and thy son. I owe thee much, Ligozzi. A poor man's thanks are but an halting gift; some day, however, the Duke of Verona shall tell thee what his gratitude is worth, my friend. ”

“ Mastino della Scala, as he led the way back to the castle, trembled, almost with awe. It was a sign from heaven.
As they gained the chamber, and Ligozzi closed the door, Tomaso burst out into his tale, half-crazy with delight.
"It seems you have success," said Mastino quietly. ”