"You are quite in a tremble, my poor friend! What is it ?" "This awful chant from beneath the church," answered Donatello; "it oppresses me; the air is so heavy with it that I can scarcely draw my breath.

And yonder dead monk! I feel as if he were lying right across my heart." "Take courage!" whispered she again "come, we will approach close to the dead monk.

The only way, in such cases, is to stare the ugly horror right in the face; never a sidelong glance, nor half-look, for those are what show a frightfull thing in its frightfullest aspect.

Lean on me, dearest friend! My heart is very strong for both of us.

Be brave; and all is well." Donatello hung back for a moment, but then pressed close to Miriam's side, and suffered her to lead him up to the bier.