midnight
cried Miriam , in a burst of vehement passion . `` O , that we could have wandered in those dismal passages till we both perished , taking opposite paths in the darkness , so that when we lay down to die , our last breaths might not mingle ! '' `` It were vain to wish it , '' said the model . `` In all that labyrinth of midnight paths , we should have found one another out to live or die together . Our fates cross and are entangled . The threads are twisted into a strong cord , which is dragging us to an evil doom . Could the knots be severed , we might escape .