"What?" cried the woman, in a passion; and at that moment her face, with her knitted eyebrows, became like that of a mythical Fury. "Try it,"—with these words dashing the knife down into the table, which it pierced to the depth of an inch.
The thief began to speak in a less presumptuous tone.
"What else will you give me?"
"What else, indeed?" said the lady, throwing herself defiantly back in her chair. "The devil and his son."
"You have a bracelet on your arm."
"There you are!" said the woman, unclasping the emerald trinket from her arm, and dashing it on the table.
The thief began to look at it critically.
"What is it worth?"
"I received it as a present: you can get a drink of wine for it in the nearest inn you reach."
"And there is a beautiful ring sparkling on your finger."