"Never, Guiseppe, till you promise you will not harm her. She is only a child."
"You hurt me! Let go, I say!"
"Then promise."
"Fiend, let go! I promise."
Guiseppe broke away from Marta. He glared at Pappina, who stood facing him defiantly her head thrown back, her eyes blazing, her arms folded.
"You little vixen!" Guiseppe shouted, "I'll make you rue this day! You shall pay dearly for this!" Smothering his anger, he took up the Punchinellos. "Come," he commanded, "we will play to the crowds—all night, if I will it. Come on, I say."
CHAPTER VII
Another Reconciliation