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152ARIADNE.in her recoiled from the Christian honors of thegrave. AVith him she would have gone to hergrave as a child to its mother;but withouthim if she were dead under the sod, or waUedin the stones of a crypt,it seemed to her thatshe would wake and rise, when the lips of otherstouched him.Alas! alas!she never thought of him save asalone. She never knew what were those apeswhich jabbered in the bay tree of his fame andpassions. He was still sacred to her, with thesublime sanctity of a great love which enfolds thething it cherishes as with the divine mist, whichof old veiled the gods.AVhoever can still love thus is happy — aye,even in wretchedness, even when alone. It iswhen the mist has dissolved, as the mists of themorning, and the nakedness and the deformityand the scars which it hid are disclosed, it isthen, and then only,that we are miserable beyondall reach of solace, and canhave no refuge but inthe eternal oblivion of that death which then weknow can be only a forgetting and an end, withouthope.
ARIADNE. 153She stayed aU the summerin Rome.One day a thought struck me. It was earlyinthe morning, and the heaviness of the weatherhad lifted a httle, a few showers having fallen,andit was just so golden and white and sunny amorning as that whenIhad fallen asleep beforethe Ariadne in Borghese, with rosy mists uponthe mountain heights, and breadths of amberlight upon the river, and tender little cloudsthat flew before the breeze and promised rain atsunset.A thought struck me, andIallured her intothe openair while yetit was very early, and benther steps — she not heeding whither she went —across the Tiber to the Scala Regia of theAratican." Come hither with me;Ihavebusiness here,"Isaid to her; and she came, not hearing at allmost probably, for her mind was almost alwaysplunged so deeplyinto the memories of her deadjoy that it was easy to guide her where onewould.SometimesIfancied she had not wholly yetaU clearness of her reason; but thereIwas
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- 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
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- 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
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- Page 139 and 140: ARIADNE. 131seems to me that you ar
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- Page 143 and 144: ARIADNE. 135Hilarion laughed ahttle
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- 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 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,"
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- Page 183 and 184: CHAPTER XLThe months went on, and s
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- Page 191 and 192: ARIADNE. 183would change places wit
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ARIADNE. 153She stayed aU the summerin Rome.One day a thought struck me. It was earlyinthe morning, and the heaviness of the weatherhad lifted a httle, a few showers having fallen,andit was just so golden and white and sunny amorning as that whenIhad fallen asleep beforethe Ariadne in Borghese, with rosy mists uponthe mountain heights, and breadths of amberlight upon the river, and tender little cloudsthat flew before the breeze and promised rain atsunset.A thought struck me, andIallured her intothe openair while yetit was very early, and benther steps — she not heeding whither she went —across the Tiber to the Scala Regia of theAratican." Come hither with me;Ihavebusiness here,"Isaid to her; and she came, not hearing at allmost probably, for her mind was almost alwaysplunged so deeplyinto the memories of her deadjoy that it was easy to guide her where onewould.SometimesIfancied she had not wholly yetaU clearness of her reason; but thereIwas
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