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172 ARIADNE.Ithought of the day when he had comepast my board with vigorous, elastic steps,andhis bold, brilliant eyes, bright as an eagle's;the day when he had taken up the AA'inglessLove.Alas, what love that is love indeed bearswings? Love that is loveis fettered where itisborn, and stirs not, even under any rain ofblows." Maryx is ill,"Isaid toher on the morrow." I amsorry," she said,and looked pained." AVill you not see him? — say some gentleword ? "" Icannot, to be faithful."" Faithful to the faithless! That is asked of" inone.Her face gathered uponit that look of resolutionand of force which made its dehcate linessevere, as the features of the Athene to whomher youth had been dedicated. The flush of adeep emotion, that in another would have beenshame, but inher was rather anger than shame,burned onher face." To be faithful is no virtue;but only women

ARIADNE. 173that are vile canbe faithless. Itis nothing whatone is asked;it is what one is, what one wills,thatmatters."Iremember how in the early days she hadscorned Ariadne, saying that Ariadne shouldhave died ere Dionysos scaled the rock.— Fidelity in her was purification nay, wasinnocence that needed no purification; and notalone innocence,but supreme duty and joy thatdefied aU cruelty of man to bruise it much, orutterly to destroy it.She knew not enough of human nature andhuman ways and the evU thereof, to understandall that faithless womenwere;but the instinctin her recoUed from them not less with scomthan horror. Faith to Hilarion was inher naturewhat faith in heaven was to the martyrs, whosebones lie here in the eternal night of subterraneanRome. It was a religion, an instinct,and a paradise— a paradise whence not even thesilence and the abandonment of the god by whomshe was forsaken could drive her out wholly intodarkness.For in a great love there is a seU-sustaining

172 ARIADNE.Ithought of the day when he had comepast my board with vigorous, elastic steps,andhis bold, brilliant eyes, bright as an eagle's;the day when he had taken up the AA'inglessLove.Alas, what love that is love indeed bearswings? Love that is loveis fettered where itisborn, and stirs not, even under any rain ofblows." Maryx is ill,"Isaid toher on the morrow." I amsorry," she said,and looked pained." AVill you not see him? — say some gentleword ? "" Icannot, to be faithful."" Faithful to the faithless! That is asked of" inone.Her face gathered uponit that look of resolutionand of force which made its dehcate linessevere, as the features of the Athene to whomher youth had been dedicated. <strong>The</strong> flush of adeep emotion, that in another would have beenshame, but inher was rather anger than shame,burned onher face." To be faithful is no virtue;but only women

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