"I have told you that I cannot do what you suggest, because I dare not." "Well, then," rejoined the sculptor, "see if there is any possibility of adapting yourself to my scheme.

The incidents of a journey often fling people together in the oddest and therefore the most natural way.
Supposing you were to find yourself on the same route, a reunion with Donatello might ensue, and Providence have a larger hand in it than either of us." "It is not a hopeful plan," said Miriam, shaking her head, after a moment's thought; "yet I will not reject it without a trial.

Only in case it fail, here is a resolution to which I bind myself, come what come may! You know the bronze statue of Pope Julius in the great square of Perugia?
I remember standing in the shadow of that statue one sunny noontime, and being impressed by its paternal aspect, and fancying that a blessing fell upon me from its outstretched hand.

Ever since, I have had a superstition, you will call it foolish, but sad and ill-fated persons always dream such things,--that, if I waited long enough in that same spot, some good event would come to pass.

Well, my friend, precisely a fortnight after you begin your tour,--unless we sooner meet,--bring Donatello, at noon, to the base of the statue.