Chapter 19

Gian advanced and took it in silence. But those torn ruffles, that disordered doublet, had their meanings, and the look in those wide eyes, as he turned them on her, quelled the mockery in hers, spite of herself. "Begone!" he said, "and do not usurp another's office again. Leave me." "With thine own thoughts, brother?" she said softly, facing him. "Be careful," he answered; "thou shouldst know my humors, and that 'tis dangerous to cross them. Remember it only suits my purpose that thou shouldst live!" At this Tisio…