Perhaps--perhaps, but Heaven only knows, you might understand me! O, let me speak!" "Miriam, dear friend," replied the sculptor, "if I can help you, speak freely, as to a brother." "Help me?
No!" said Miriam.
Kenyon's response had been perfectly frank and kind; and yet the subtlety of Miriam's emotion detected a certain reserve and alarm in his warmly expressed readiness to hear her story.

In his secret soul, to say the truth, the sculptor doubted whether it were well for this poor, suffering girl to speak what she so yearned to say, or for him to listen.

If there were any active duty of friendship to be performed, then, indeed, he would joyfully have come forward to do his best.

But if it were only a pent-up heart that sought an outlet?
in that case it was by no means so certain that a confession would do good.

The more her secret struggled and fought to be told, the more certain would it be to change all former relations that had subsisted between herself and the friend to whom she might reveal it.