"Yes, I remember, now, her advising that the secret should be shared with you.

But I have survived the death struggle that it cost me, and need make no further revelations.

And Miriam has spoken to you! What manner of woman can she be, who, after sharing in such a deed, can make it a topic of conversation with her friends ?" "Ah, Hilda," replied Kenyon, "you do not know, for you could never learn it from your own heart, which is all purity and rectitude, what a mixture of good there may be in things evil; and how the greatest criminal, if you look at his conduct from his own point of view, or from any side point, may seem not so unquestionably guilty, after all.

So with Miriam; so with Donatello.

They are, perhaps, partners in what we must call awful guilt; and yet, I will own to you,--when I think of the original cause, the motives, the feelings, the sudden concurrence of circumstances thrusting them onward, the urgency of the moment, and the sublime unselfishness on either part,--I know not well how to distinguish it from much that the world calls heroism.