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182ARIADNE.willyoulet the great world see her work ?Of noother mancouldIask such a thing after — after,— but you arenot like others."His heart heaved, and the nerves of his cheekquivered,but he pressedmy hand." Ithank you that you know me well enough.AVhatIcan doIwill. She was mypupil. loweher such simple service as that."" The work is great,"I"said to him. Ithought it might bring her fame, and fame consoles."Maryx smiled; a wearysmile." Does it? Those who haveit not, flunk so;yes,Idaresay."" Butif it do not consoleit may do somethingat the least;light some other passion, ambition,pride, desire of achievement, aU an artist feels!If she can gather the laurel, let her. At theleast,it will be better than love."" She shall gather it," said he, who had beenher master; and he came out with me into thenight. It was a cold clear night, and the starsshone on the river."I have gathered it," he added. "AAreU,I