The sculptor now looked through art embrasure, and threw down a bit of

lime, watching its fall, till it struck upon a stone bench at the rocky

foundation of the tower, and flew into many fragments.

"Pray pardon me for helping Time to crumble away your ancestral walls,"

said he. "But I am one of those persons who have a natural tendency to

climb heights, and to stand on the verge of them, measuring the depth

below. If I were to do just as I like, at this moment, I should fling

myself down after that bit of lime. It is a very singular temptation,

and all but irresistible; partly, I believe, because it might be so

easily done, and partly because such momentous consequences would ensue,

without my being compelled to wait a moment for them. Have you never

felt this strange impulse of an evil spirit at your back, shoving you

towards a precipice?"

"Ah, no!" cried. Donatello, shrinking from the battlemented wall with a

face of horror. "I cling to life in a way which you cannot conceive; it

has been so rich, so warm, so sunny!--and beyond its verge, nothing

but the chilly dark! And then a fall from a precipice is such an awful

death!"

"Nay; if it be a great height," said Kenyon, "a man would leave his life

in the air, and never feel the hard shock at the bottom."

"That is not the way with this kind of death!" exclaimed Donatello, in a

low, horror-stricken voice, which grew higher and more full of emotion

as he proceeded. "Imagine a fellow creature,--breathing now, and looking

you in the face,--and now tumbling down, down, down, with a long shriek

wavering after him, all the way! He does not leave his life in the air!

No; but it keeps in him till he thumps against the stones, a horribly

long while; then he lies there frightfully quiet, a dead heap of bruised

flesh and broken bones! A quiver runs through the crushed mass; and no

more movement after that! No; not if you would give your soul to make

him stir a finger! Ah, terrible! Yes, yes; I would fain fling myself

down for the very dread of it, that I might endure it once for all, and

dream of it no more!"

"How forcibly, how frightfully you conceive this!" said the sculptor,

aghast at the passionate horror which was betrayed in the Count's words,

and still more in his wild gestures and ghastly look. "Nay, if the

height of your tower affects your imagination thus, you do wrong to

trust yourself here in solitude, and in the night-time, and at all

unguarded hours. You are not safe in your chamber. It is but a step or

two; and what if a vivid dream should lead you up hither at midnight,

and act itself out as a reality!"




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