She pressed him close, close to her bosom, with a clinging embrace that brought their two hearts together, till the horror and agony of each was combined into one emotion, and that a kind of rapture.
"Yes, Donatello, you speak the truth!" said she; "my heart consented to what you did.

We two slew yonder wretch.

The deed knots us together, for time and eternity, like the coil of a serpent!" They threw one other glance at the heap of death below, to assure themselves that it was there; so like a dream was the whole thing.

Then they turned from that fatal precipice, and came out of the courtyard, arm in arm, heart in heart.

Instinctively, they were heedful not to sever themselves so much as a pace or two from one another, for fear of the terror and deadly chill that would thenceforth wait for them in solitude.