It is Donatello's prize.

We were sitting here together, planning an interview with you, when his keen eyes detected the fallen goddess, almost entirely buried under that heap of earth, which the clumsy excavators showered down upon her, I suppose.

We congratulated ourselves, chiefly for your sake.

The eyes of us three are the only ones to which she has yet revealed herself.

Does it not frighten you a little, like the apparition of a lovely woman that livid of old, and has long lain in the grave ?" "Ah, Miriam! I cannot respond to you," said the sculptor, with irrepressible impatience.