"It is but to ascend Donatello's tower, and you will meet him there, under the eye of God." "I dare not," answered Miriam.

"No; I dare not!" "Do you fear," asked the sculptor, "the dread eye-witness whom I have named ?" "No; for, as far as I can see into that cloudy and inscrutable thing, my heart, it has none but pure motives," replied Miriam.

"But, my friend, you little know what a weak or what a strong creature a woman is! I fear not Heaven, in this case, at least, but--shall I confess it?
I am greatly in dread of Donatello.

Once he shuddered at my touch.

If he shudder once again, or frown, I die!" Kenyon could not but marvel at the subjection into which this proud and self-dependent woman had willfully flung herself, hanging her life upon the chance of an angry or favorable regard from a person who, a little while before, had seemed the plaything of a moment.