"Hilda has never allowed me to manifest more than a friendly regard; but, at least, she cannot prevent my watching over her at a humble distance.

I will set out this very hour." "Do not leave us now!" whispered Miriam imploringly, and laying her hand on his arm.

"One moment more! Ah; he has no word for me!" "Miriam!" said Donatello.
Though but a single word, and the first that he had spoken, its tone was a warrant of the sad and tender depth from which it came.

It told Miriam things of infinite importance, and, first of all, that he still loved her.

The sense of their mutual crime had stunned, but not destroyed, the vitality of his affection; it was therefore indestructible.