Chapter 17

"Make haste, make haste," cried the page impatiently, "or it will be thee and thy bracelet both that will be carried off." "My betrothed gave it to me," she murmured. "I cannot part with it." "I will have it," repeated Tisio imperiously, with outstretched hand. Graziosa's helpless tears were flowing; slowly she unclasped the bracelet; the page took her treasure with an easy air, handed it to his master, and turned the horses' heads toward home. "Thou wilt be none the worse," he laughed, as they rode away. Tisio, ab…