"It was unreal; and, that you may feel it so, it is requisite that you see this face of mine no more.

Once, you may have thought it beautiful; now, it has lost its charm.

Yet it would still retain a miserable potency' to bring back the past illusion, and, in its train, the remorse and anguish that would darken all your life.

Leave me, therefore, and forget me." "Forget you, Miriam!" said Donatello, roused somewhat from his apathy of despair.
"If I could remember you, and behold you, apart from that frightful visage which stares at me over your shoulder, that were a consolation, at least, if not a joy." "But since that visage haunts you along with mine," rejoined Miriam, glancing behind her, "we needs must part.

Farewell, then! But if ever--in distress, peril, shame, poverty, or whatever anguish is most poignant, whatever burden heaviest--you should require a life to be given wholly, only to make your own a little easier, then summon me! As the case now stands between us, you have bought me dear, and find me of little worth.