Nature needed, and still needs, this beautiful creature standing betwixt man and animal, sympathizing with each, comprehending the speech of either race, and interpreting the whole existence of one to the other. In some long-past age, he must really have existed. “But, surely,” said Kenyon, “you agree with Miriam and me that there is something very touching and impressive in this statue of the Faun. “It perplexes me,” said Hilda thoughtfully, and shrinking a little “neither do I quite like to think about it.”
What is the nameless charm of this idea, Hilda? You can feel it more delicately than I.” He is not supernatural, but just on the verge of nature, and yet within it. But how strange this likeness is, after all! and how delightful, if it really includes the pointed ears! O, it is impossible, of course,” she continued, in English, “with a real and commonplace young man like Donatello but you see how this peculiarity defines the position of the Faun and, while putting him where he cannot exactly assert his brotherhood, still disposes us kindly towards the kindred creature. “Well, well,” said Miriam, “your tender point-your two tender points, if you have them-shall be safe, so far as I am concerned. He spoke in Italian, with the Tuscan rusticity of accent, and an unshaped sort of utterance, betokening that he must heretofore have been chiefly conversant with rural people. It has always been a tender point with my forefathers and me.” “I shall be like a wolf of the Apennines,” he continued, taking his stand on the other side of the Dying Gladiator, “if you touch my ears ever so softly. “I entreat you to take the tips of my ears for granted.” As he spoke, the young Italian made a skip and jump, light enough for a veritable faun so as to place himself quite beyond the reach of the fair hand that was outstretched, as if to settle the matter by actual examination. “No, no, dearest signorina,” answered Donatello, laughing, but with a certain earnestness. If so, we shall like you all the better!” “Donatello,” playfully cried Miriam, “do not leave us in this perplexity! Shake aside those brown curls, my friend, and let us see whether this marvellous resemblance extends to the very tips of the ears. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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