But, in Miriam's eyes, Donatello was always, thenceforth, invested with the tragic dignity of their hour of crime; and, furthermore, the keen and deep insight, with which her love endowed her, enabled her to know him far better than he could be known by ordinary observation.

Beyond all question, since she loved him so, there was a force in Donatello worthy of her respect and love.
"You see my weakness," said Miriam, flinging out her hands, as a person does when a defect is acknowledged, and beyond remedy.

"What I need, now, is an opportunity to show my strength." "It has occurred to me," Kenyon remarked, "that the time is come when it may be desirable to remove Donatello from the complete seclusion in which he buries himself.

He has struggled long enough with one idea.
He now needs a variety of thought, which cannot be otherwise so readily supplied to him, as through the medium of a variety of scenes.

His mind is awakened, now; his heart, though full of pain, is no longer benumbed.
They should have food and solace.