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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne The Marble Faun/Volume 2 — The Deserted Shrine (1860)

Kenyon counted little upon their assistance, and profited by it not at all.
Remembering the mystic words which Miriam had addressed to him, he was anxious to meet her, but knew not whither she had gone, nor how to obtain an interview either with herself or Donatello. The days wore away, and still there were no tidings of the lost one; no lamp rekindled before the Virgin's shrine; no light shining into the lover's heart; no star of Hope—he was ready to say, as he turned his eyes almost reproachfully upward—in heaven itself!
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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne The Marble Faun/Volume 2 — The Deserted Shrine (1860)

There is always a something inscrutable, instead of frankness, in their eyes. In short, they lie so much like truth, and speak truth so much as if they were telling a lie, that their auditor suspects himself in the wrong, whether he believes or disbelieves them; it being the one thing certain, that falsehood is seldom an intolerable burden to the tenderest of Italian consciences.
"It is very strange what can have become of the desk!" repeated Kenyon, looking the woman in the face.
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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne The Marble Faun/Volume 2 — The Deserted Shrine (1860)

Hilda, Hilda, had you given me a right to watch over you, this evil had not come!"
"Be not downcast, signorino mio," said the Roman matron, in response to the deep sigh which struggled out of Kenyon's breast. "The dear little maiden, as we see, has decked yonder blessed shrine as devoutly as I myself, or any Other good Catholic woman, could have done. It is a religious act, and has more than the efficacy of a prayer. The signorina will as surely come back as the sun will fall through the window to-morrow no less than to-day.
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