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188 ARIADNE." Iseldom sleep— inmy chamber Icould hearyour voices, but not what you said.seem good to him — whatIhave done ? "Does it"It seems great."ThenItold her all that he said to me; andthe noble soul of him seemed to me to shinethrough the words like the light through alampof alabaster; andIsaw that they touched herdeeply. Her sad eyes gatheredmoisture in them,and her grandmouth, always so resolutely closedas though afraid that any reproach of her lostlover should escape them, trembled and grewsoft." He is too good to me," she said at length." Oh, why was Iborn only to bring so muchmisery to others!"" Nay,there is somemisery clearer to us thanjoy," saidI. " Maryx loves you."A shudder ran through her and she stoppedme." Never speak of love to me. A woman faithfidwill not even think that any can feel love forher — save one;itis almost infidelity."" Nay,Ispoke not of love so; woulclIinsult
ARIADNE. 189you ? Imean simply and truly that his love foryouis great enough tovanquishanyremembranceof hiniseU; greatenough too tomakehim holdhishand because you bid him: greater there cannotbe."She put out herhand to sUence me." He received meinto his house whenIhad nofriend and no hope hi the world, and he was sogood to me. If he woulcl but forget me!Ihavebeen thankless. He taught me the strength andthe secrets of the arts, andIhave given him inreturn only pain and ingratitude."" Dear, itis onpain that love lives longest.'Alas! that she knew. She was silent somemoments, whdst above her rose the beauty ofher owncreation.Since shehadreturned tothepursuit and the occupationof art, the youthinher hadrevived;thenumbness and deadness which had seemed like ahalf paralysed inteUigence had passed off her;she had gatheredup the clue and lifted up thesword, and though it was love that nerved herand not art, the effort had brought back inspiration,and inspiration to the artist is the very
- 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
- Page 173 and 174: ARIADNE. 165silent andlookinginto v
- 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
- Page 187 and 188: ARIADNE. 179" Is that aU that you k
- Page 189 and 190: ARIADNE. 181and the apes away. IfIc
- Page 191 and 192: ARIADNE. 183would change places wit
- Page 193 and 194: ARIADNE. 185to her. Youlook strange
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- Page 199 and 200: ARIADNE. 191AlmostIlonged to teU he
- Page 201 and 202: ARIADNE. 193the ways of the world a
- Page 203 and 204: ARIADNE. 195" Take my life away wit
- Page 205 and 206: ARIADNE. 197talked of; it took a ti
- Page 207 and 208: ARIADNE. 199pale Carrara marble, an
- Page 209 and 210: ARIADNE. 201bit his tired senses in
- Page 211 and 212: ARIADNE. 203pure a breath of heaven
- Page 213 and 214: ARIADNE. 205before the world, and h
- Page 215 and 216: ARIADNE. 207— for her sake. He kn
- Page 217 and 218: ARIADNE. 209" Do they indeed caU he
- Page 219 and 220: CHAPTER XIAIt was the night of the
- Page 221 and 222: ARIADNE. 213selfish effort — alas
- Page 223 and 224: ARIADNE. 215reason, when the clay i
- Page 225 and 226: ARIADNE. 217self that she will have
- Page 227 and 228: ARIADNE. 219" Oh my God ! "Maryx gr
- Page 229 and 230: ARIADNE. 221canIsay to move you? If
- Page 231 and 232: CHAPTER XVTo a blow there is but on
- Page 233 and 234: CHAPTER XVI.And the old mother was
- Page 235 and 236: ARIADNE. 227him gone out into nothi
- Page 237 and 238: ARIADNE. 229"Look you," she said to
- Page 239 and 240: ARIADNE. 231The people came there a
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- Page 243 and 244: ARIADNE. 235fathers' arms were sile
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ARIADNE. 189you ? Imean simply and truly that his love foryouis great enough tovanquishanyremembranceof hiniseU; greatenough too tomakehim holdhishand because you bid him: greater there cannotbe."She put out herhand to sUence me." He received meinto his house whenIhad nofriend and no hope hi the world, and he was sogood to me. If he woulcl but forget me!Ihavebeen thankless. He taught me the strength andthe secrets of the arts, andIhave given him inreturn only pain and ingratitude."" Dear, itis onpain that love lives longest.'Alas! that she knew. She was silent somemoments, whdst above her rose the beauty ofher owncreation.Since shehadreturned tothepursuit and the occupationof art, the youthinher hadrevived;thenumbness and deadness which had seemed like ahalf paralysed inteUigence had passed off her;she had gatheredup the clue and lifted up thesword, and though it was love that nerved herand not art, the effort had brought back inspiration,and inspiration to the artist is the very
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