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"Three shadows!" exclaimed Miriam--"three separate shadows, all so black

and heavy that they sink in the water! There they lie on the bottoether This shadow on ht is

Donatello; I know him by his curls, and the turn of his head My

left-hand companion puzzles me; a shapeless mass, as indistinct as the

premonition of calamity! Which of you can it be? Ah!"

She had turned round, while speaking, and saw beside her the strange

creature whose attendance on her was already familiar, as a marvel and

a jest; to the whole cohter

followed the recognition; while the model leaned towards Miria that was inaudible to those who

witnessed the scene By his gestures, however, they concluded that he

was inviting her to bathe her hands

"He cannot be an Italian; at least not a Roman," observed an artist "I

never knew one of them to care about ablution See hi to wash off' the ti his hands into the capacious washbowl before hiether with the utmost vehemence Ever and anon, too,

he peeped into the water, as if expecting to see the whole Fountain of

Trevi turbid with the results of his ablution Miriam looked at him,

some little time, with an aspect of real terror, and even i over to peep into the basin Recovering herself, she took up