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116 ARIADNE.she could not sink into eternal silence whilst hisvoice was stdl upon some other's ear, his kissuponsome other's mouth. For all else, life wasterrible to her; and the fever ofit began to consumeher, and she grew weak and sufferedmuch, though she never complained; alwaysindifferent to physical pain, she was now as itseemed insensible to it, and her genius seemeddead.She had bought everything that ever he hadwritten, and she had learned the tongue that theywere written in, and night and day she hungover them, and their pages grew blistered andillegible inmany places with the scorching tearsthat fell on them.OnceIfound her thus:her eyes gazed at mewearily, and with sad bewilderment."Itry to see in them what he wished for, andwhereIfailed," she said, with a piteous humilityin her words.Icursed the books, and him by whom theywere written. Icould have said to her thetruth;Icould have said, "you had no faultsave this ; that with you he heard but the
ARIADNE. 117nightingales, and so pined for the jibberingapes! "ButIforbore;Iwas afraid lest she shouldturn to hate me, knowing thatIhated him.Weaker natures than hers woulcl have soughtsympathy, and would have suffered shame:shedid neither. She was too absolutely purein theperfectness of her love to be conscious of thatshame which is the reflection " of the world'sreproaches; there was no world " for her;andshe had been tooused to dwell alone amidst herdreams and her labours to seek for the pity orthe pardon of others, or to regret its absence.She had fallen in her own sight,not because hehad loved her, but because he had left her;because she had in some way that she did notunderstand become of no value, and no honour,and no worthinhis sight.She did notrebel against his sentence, but sheloathed herself because she had incurred it.All the lofty, pure, and poetic passion which shehad dreamed of inher ignorance over the pagesof Dante and Petrareca and Sospitra she hadgiven to him: that she had been nothing, in
- 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 and 112: ARIADNE. 103racked with pain. No su
- Page 113 and 114: ARIADNE. 105now become equally abso
- 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: ARIADNE. 115Spring had come,Isay, a
- 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
- Page 163 and 164: ARIADNE. 155of tlie Nonii, to the s
- Page 165 and 166: ARIADNE. 157Then hot tears filled h
- Page 167 and 168: ARIADNE. 159A Divine City indeed, h
- Page 169 and 170: ARIADNE. 161open air of the gardens
- Page 171 and 172: CHAPTER XThat verynightImade a scul
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ARIADNE. 117nightingales, and so pined for the jibberingapes! "ButIforbore;Iwas afraid lest she shouldturn to hate me, knowing thatIhated him.Weaker natures than hers woulcl have soughtsympathy, and would have suffered shame:shedid neither. She was too absolutely purein theperfectness of her love to be conscious of thatshame which is the reflection " of the world'sreproaches; there was no world " for her;andshe had been tooused to dwell alone amidst herdreams and her labours to seek for the pity orthe pardon of others, or to regret its absence.She had fallen in her own sight,not because hehad loved her, but because he had left her;because she had in some way that she did notunderstand become of no value, and no honour,and no worthinhis sight.She did notrebel against his sentence, but sheloathed herself because she had incurred it.All the lofty, pure, and poetic passion which shehad dreamed of inher ignorance over the pagesof Dante and Petrareca and Sospitra she hadgiven to him: that she had been nothing, in
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