yet, in the wantonness of her despair, miriam made one more step towards the friend whom she had lost."do not come nearer, miriam!" said hilda.her look and tone were those of sorrowful entreaty, and yet they expressed a kind of confidence, as if the girl were conscious of a safeguard that could not be violated.
"what has happened between us, hilda?" asked miriam."are we not friends?""no, no!"said hilda, shuddering.
"at least we have been friends," continued miriam."i loved you dearly! i love you still! you were to me as a younger sister; yes, dearer than sisters of the same blood; for you and i were so lonely, hilda, that the whole world pressed us together by its solitude and strangeness.then, will you not touch my hand?am i not the same as yesterday?""alas!no, miriam!"said hilda.
"yes, the same, the same for you, hilda," rejoined her lost friend."were you to touch my hand, you would find it as warm to your grasp as ever.if you were sick or suffering, i would watch night and day for you.it is in such simple offices that true affection s itself; and so i speak of them.yet now, hilda, your very look seems to put me beyond the limits of human kind!""it is not i, miriam," said hilda; "not i that have done this.""you, and you only, hilda," replied miriam, stirred up to make her own cause good by the repellent force which her friend opposed to her."i am a woman, as i was yesterday; endowed with the same truth of nature, the same warmth of heart, the same genuine and earnest love, which you have always known in me.in any regard that concerns yourself, i am not changed.and believe me, hilda, when a human being has chosen a friend out of all the world, it is only some faithlessness between themselves, rendering true intercourse impossible, that can justify either friend in severing the bond. have i deceived you?then cast me off!