"be quiet," said miriam to her own heart, pressing her hand hard upon it."why shouldst thou throb now? hast thou not endured more terrible things than this?"whatever were her apprehensions, she would not turn back.it might be--and the solace would be worth a world--that hilda, knowing nothing of the past night's calamity, would greet her friend with a sunny smile, and so restore a portion of the vital warmth, for lack of which her soul was frozen.but could miriam, guilty as she was, permit hilda to kiss her cheek, to clasp her hand, and thus be no longer so unspotted from the world as heretofore"i will never permit her sweet touch again," said miriam, toiling up the staircase, "if i can find strength of heart to forbid it.but, o! it would be so soothing in this wintry fever-fit of my heart.there can be no harm to my white hilda in one parting kiss. that shall be all!"but, on reaching the upper landing-place, miriam paused, and stirred not again till she had brought herself to an immovable resolve.
"my lips, my hand, shall never meet hilda's more," said she.
meanwhile, hilda sat listlessly in her painting-room.had you looked into the little adjoining chamber, you might have seen the slight imprint of her figure on the bed, but would also have detected at once that the white counterpane had not been turned down.the pillow was more disturbed; she had turned her face upon it, the poor child, and bedewed it with some of those tears (among the most chill and forlorn that gush from human sorrow) which the innocent heart pours forth at its first actual discovery that sin is in the world.the young and pure are not apt to find out that miserable truth until it is brought home to them by the guiltiness of some trusted friend.they may have heard much of the evil of the world, and seem to know it, but only as an impalpable theory.in due time, some mortal, whom they reverence too highly, is commissioned by providence to teach them this direful lesson; he perpetrates a sin; and adam falls anew, and paradise, heretofore in unfaded bloom, is lost again, and dosed forever, with the fiery swords gleaming at its gates.