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Of course there could be no real doubt that it was Miriam, his artist

friend, hom and Hilda he had spent so many pleasant and fa with Donatello

beneath the bronze pope's benediction It must be that selfsame Miriam;

but the sensitive sculptor felt a difference of manner, which impressed

him more than he conceived it possible to be affected by so external a

thing He reossip so prevalent in Rome on Miriam's first

appearance; how that she was no real artist, but the daughter of an

illustrious or golden lineage, as le for her pasti out of her native

sphere only for an interlude, just as a princess h a rustic lane And now, after a

mask in which love and death had performed their several parts, she had

resu to tell reeable vibration of the nerves than this perception of

auousness in familiar persons or affairs "Speak; for my spirits and

patience have been er on her lips, and seemed desirous that Kenyon

should know of the presence of a third person He no, indeed, that,