A look passed from your eyes to Donatello's--a look."-- "Yes, Hilda, yes!" exclaimed Miriam, with intense eagerness.

"Do not pause now! That look ?" "It revealed all your heart, Miriam," continued Hilda, covering her eyes as if to shut out the recollection; "a look of hatred, triumph, vengeance, and, as it were, joy at some unhoped-for relief." "Ah! Donatello was right, then," murmured Miriam, who shook throughout all her frame.

"My eyes bade him do it! Go on, Hilda." "It all passed so quickly, all like a glare of lightning," said Hilda, "and yet it seemed to me that Donatello had paused, while one might draw a breath.

But that look! Ah, Miriam, spare me.

Need I tell more ?" "No more; there needs no more, Hilda," replied Miriam, bowing her head, as if listening to a sentence of condemnation from a supreme tribunal.
"It is enough! You have satisfied my mind on a point where it was greatly disturbed.