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148 ARIADNE.Golden HU1, but their master never came out tohear them, nor heeded that the summer drewnigh.Art is an angel of God, but when Love hasentered the soul,the angel unfoldsits plumesandtakes flight, and the wind of its wings withers asit passes. He whomit has left misses the angelat his ear,but he is alone for ever. Sometimesit will seem to 1dm then that it had been noangel ever, but a fiend that lied, making himwaste his yearsin a barren toil,and hisnights ina joyless passion; for there are two things besidewhich aU Art is but a mockery and a curse:they are a child that is dying and a love thatislost.Meanwhile she grew thinner and thinner andtaller still, as it seemed, and the colourless fairnessof her face had the paUid whiteness of thestephanotis flower,and she waslovely stiU,but itwas a loveliness which had a certain terrorinitfor those who saw her, though such were onlythe poor of the city." She has the look of our Beatrice," said onewomanwho cleaned the stone stairs of Barberini,
ARIADNE. 149sometimes, and knew those haunting eyes thathave all the woe of all creation in their appeal.And what to me was the most hopeless sorrowof all was this, that every memory and impulseof art seemed extinct in her. AAThat had oncebeen the exclusive passion of her life seemed tohave been trodden clown and stamped out by theyet more absolute and yet more tyrannical passionwhich had dethroned it; as a great stormwave rises, and sweepsover, andeffaces, all landmarksand dwellings of the earth wherever itreaches, so had the passion of Hilarion sweptaway every other thought and feeling.The sickness and the sorrow round her shewoulcl do her best to help, going from one to another,silent and afraid of no pestilence. Thej>eople were afraid of her,but she was neverso ofthem,evenwhen the breathof their lips wasdeath.To the httle children she was very tender, she,who had never seemed even to see that thechildren played in the sun, or smiled at theirmother's bosoms; and she would touch themgently,and a great anguish would comeinto hereyes,that nowwerealways so wistful,and strained
- Page 105 and 106: ARIADNE. 97him! Do you not know ? W
- Page 107 and 108: ARIADNE. 99some fair pluckt flower
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- Page 115 and 116: ARIADNE. 107and the naked there wer
- Page 117 and 118: ARIADNE. 109saw them. He had been,
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- 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
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- 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
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- 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
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- Page 175 and 176: ARIADNE. 167never touched Maryx onc
- Page 177 and 178: ARIADNE. 169coidd not end the phras
- Page 179 and 180: ARIADNE. 171" Iwoulcl notpromise,"
- Page 181 and 182: ARIADNE. 173that are vile canbe fai
- Page 183 and 184: CHAPTER XLThe months went on, and s
- Page 185 and 186: ARIADNE. 177Hilarion: the man made
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- Page 191 and 192: ARIADNE. 183would change places wit
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ARIADNE. 149sometimes, and knew those haunting eyes thathave all the woe of all creation in their appeal.And what to me was the most hopeless sorrowof all was this, that every memory and impulseof art seemed extinct in her. AAThat had oncebeen the exclusive passion of her life seemed tohave been trodden clown and stamped out by theyet more absolute and yet more tyrannical passionwhich had dethroned it; as a great stormwave rises, and sweepsover, andeffaces, all landmarksand dwellings of the earth wherever itreaches, so had the passion of Hilarion sweptaway every other thought and feeling.<strong>The</strong> sickness and the sorrow round her shewoulcl do her best to help, going from one to another,silent and afraid of no pestilence. <strong>The</strong>j>eople were afraid of her,but she was neverso ofthem,evenwhen the breathof their lips wasdeath.To the httle children she was very tender, she,who had never seemed even to see that thechildren played in the sun, or smiled at theirmother's bosoms; and she would touch themgently,and a great anguish would comeinto hereyes,that nowwerealways so wistful,and strained
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