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104 ARIADNE." Find me some place where no one will knowthatIam living," she said to me. SoIfoundher the old brick tower, with its pines and itsold orange-treesbehind it, and the owls and thepigeons about its roof, where the wind-sownplants had made aliving wreath of green.Imade it as beautiful asIcould withoutlettingit show that money had been spent there,for of riches she had a strange horror; andwhen she saw anything that seemed " to her tohave costgold, she said always, take it away,and sell it for the poor." For she had somethinginher, asin the old days we had used tosay, of the serenity of the early saints,mingledwithall the Pagan force and Pagan graces of hermind and character. And, so far as she thoughtof them at all, she abhorred the riches of BenSulim,because she was sure that oppression anddishonesty and avarice, and all the unpunishedsins of the usurer and of the miser,had idledthat hoard together.It werehard to tell the change that had comeover her. All the absorption into Art which hadonce isolated her from the world of others, had
ARIADNE. 105now become equally absorbed into the memoryof her love, and a more absolute isolation still.After that night beside the hearth-fire, she nevernamed him. Only once, when, in my loathingof his heartlessness,Ilet escape me words toofurious against him, she stopped me as thoughIuttered blasphemy.The great fidelity of hers never waned orwavered. He had forsaken her: she could notsee that this could make any change in herownfealty.no other reason.She lived because he lived,and forHer life indeed was aliving death.When one is young still, and has by naturepure health and strength, actual death does notcome as easily as poets picture it. But becausethe body ails little, and the limbs move withouteffort, and the pulses beat with regularity, nonethe less doesa living death fall on the sensesand the soul; and the clays and the years are along blank waste that no effort canrecall or distinguish,and all the sweet glad sights andsounds of the earth are mere pain, as they areto the dying.
- Page 61 and 62: ARIADNE. 53" Oh, my dear! Oh, my de
- Page 63 and 64: ARIADNE. 55He breathed quickly, the
- Page 65 and 66: ARIADNE. 57think he was cruel to he
- Page 67 and 68: ARIADNE. 59garden,Isaw a messenger
- Page 69 and 70: ARIADNE. 61'sorrowful,though knowin
- Page 71 and 72: ARIADNE. 63' Hush !it will be finis
- Page 73 and 74: ARIADNE. 65she is always asking;tha
- Page 75 and 76: ARIADNE. 67" Isuppose he never send
- Page 77 and 78: ARIADNE. 69agony,Irepented then hav
- Page 79 and 80: ARIADNE. 71thinking only of her;but
- Page 81 and 82: CHAPTER V— t—Next dayIgot such
- Page 83 and 84: ARIADNE. 75see them even. No doubt
- Page 85 and 86: ARIADNE. 77waters, and here and the
- Page 87 and 88: ARIADNE. 79Iwalked on and led her b
- Page 89 and 90: ARIADNE. 81shores, and on the domes
- Page 91 and 92: ARIADNE. 83motionless.Itouched and
- Page 93 and 94: ARIADNE. 85quiet and deserted; the
- Page 95 and 96: ARIADNE. 87went out and sat clown o
- Page 97 and 98: ARIADNE. 89"Yes,Iam here. Hush! spe
- Page 99 and 100: ARIADNE. 91to me, a Roman, to whom
- Page 101 and 102: ARIADNE. 93your avenger. Vengeancei
- Page 103 and 104: ARIADNE. 95spent their lives like w
- Page 105 and 106: ARIADNE. 97him! Do you not know ? W
- Page 107 and 108: ARIADNE. 99some fair pluckt flower
- Page 109 and 110: ARIADNE. 101arise, and the Spada Vi
- Page 111: ARIADNE. 103racked with pain. No su
- Page 115 and 116: ARIADNE. 107and the naked there wer
- Page 117 and 118: ARIADNE. 109saw them. He had been,
- Page 119 and 120: ARIADNE. 111their goodnight's sleep
- Page 121 and 122: ARIADNE. 113her feel she wasliving
- Page 123 and 124: ARIADNE. 115Spring had come,Isay, a
- Page 125 and 126: ARIADNE. 117nightingales, and so pi
- Page 127 and 128: ARIADNE. 119foul patrician jade wru
- Page 129 and 130: ARIADNE. 121aburied village when th
- Page 131 and 132: ARIADNE. 123But for mypromise to he
- Page 133 and 134: ARIADNE. 125parts of Rome; a turn o
- Page 135 and 136: ARIADNE. 127seek to go away. He sto
- Page 137 and 138: ARIADNE. 129speak the truth. Yetit
- Page 139 and 140: ARIADNE. 131seems to me that you ar
- Page 141 and 142: ARIADNE. 133beauty against the gran
- Page 143 and 144: ARIADNE. 135Hilarion laughed ahttle
- Page 145 and 146: ARIADNE. 137that mirroredhim." That
- Page 147 and 148: ARIADNE. 139to be always seeing hea
- Page 149 and 150: ARIADNE. 141He laughed a httle, par
- Page 151 and 152: ARIADNE. 143ThenIturned,and woulcl
- Page 153 and 154: ARIADNE. 145other gain from her a m
- Page 155 and 156: ARIADNE. 147dead things none are so
- Page 157 and 158: ARIADNE. 149sometimes, and knew tho
- Page 159 and 160: ARIADNE. 151her; she was vaguely op
- Page 161 and 162: ARIADNE. 153She stayed aU the summe
ARIADNE. 105now become equally absorbed into the memoryof her love, and a more absolute isolation still.After that night beside the hearth-fire, she nevernamed him. Only once, when, in my loathingof his heartlessness,Ilet escape me words toofurious against him, she stopped me as thoughIuttered blasphemy.<strong>The</strong> great fidelity of hers never waned orwavered. He had forsaken her: she could notsee that this could make any change in herownfealty.no other reason.She lived because he lived,and forHer life indeed was aliving death.When one is young still, and has by naturepure health and strength, actual death does notcome as easily as poets picture it. But becausethe body ails little, and the limbs move withouteffort, and the pulses beat with regularity, nonethe less doesa living death fall on the sensesand the soul; and the clays and the years are along blank waste that no effort canrecall or distinguish,and all the sweet glad sights andsounds of the earth are mere pain, as they areto the dying.
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