"she has been in some sad dream or other, poor thing!" said kenyon sympathizingly; "and even now she is imprisoned there in a kind of cage, the iron bars of which are made of her own thoughts.""i fear she is not well," said hilda."i am going down the stairs, and will join miriam.""farewell, then," said the sculptor."dear hilda, this is a perplexed and troubled world! it soothes me inexpressibly to think of you in your tower, with white doves and white thoughts for your companions, so highabove us all, and with the virgin for your household friend.you know not how far it throws its light, that lamp which you keep burning at her shrine! i passed beneath the tower last night, and the ray cheered me, because you lighted it.""it has for me a religious significance," replied hilda quietly, "and yet i am no catholic."they parted, and kenyon made haste along the via sistina, in the hope of overtaking the model, whose haunts and character he was anxious to investigate, for miriam's sake.he fancied that he saw him a long way in advance, but before he reached the fountain of the triton the dusky figure had vanished.
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