Marjorie Bowen

“ He walked fast, in a fury of hate. It came to him to rush into Milan, and die upon the soldiers' spears, if he might only get his hands upon Visconti. "I will challenge him to fight, to single combat," he thought madly. ”

“ Visconti's palace was near the western gate, they would be up upon him before he knew.
"There is no possibility of failure, Ligozzi; no possibility of treachery?" he said, eagerly, and pressed his friend's hands in his.
"None, lord; Vistarnini is to be trusted to the death."
"Von Schulembourg's horse returned to camp this morning," said Ligozzi. "I know not where the Count is."
"When I am in Milan I will find him; he shall wed the Lady Valentine; I bear him no bitterness. Ah, Ligozzi, the world will be a different place to-morrow." ”

“ And he sank his head upon his father's shoulder with heart-wrung sobs.
"Take him to the camp," said Mastino, rising. "How can I comfort him or thee, wanting it so much myself?" And he turned away through the trees. ”