He did not know what he might say next.
"Love and a miracle!" repeated Beatrice in her silvery voice.

"Those are two things which I cannot get for you.

You must pray to the saints for the one and to her for the other.

Does she not love you at all then ?" "She will never love me.

I know it." "And that would be the miracle--if she ever should?
Such miracles have been done by men themselves without the help of the saints, before now." Ruggiero looked up sharply and he felt his hands shaking.