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200 ARIADNE.trembling she had cried to him, " It will be aUmylife!"It was all her life:it had been only a summeror two of his.The statue he would have bought if any extravagance— if half his fortune — could have purchasedit;but he thatit was inno way tobe had.In early morning, long before the men andwomen of his own world were astir,he rose oftenand went into the lonely place where the figurestood, and looked at it."No one else could love me like that," hethought over and overagain to himself.She had acceptedher fate at Idshands withoutreproach and without appeal;but this messagesent tohimin the marble, this parable hi stone,moved him as no words and as no woe wouldhave done. The faint hope with which she hadsent it forth was fulfilled. He remembered —almost he repented.He read the parable of the marble, but hestayed on with the apes and the asps, and theone mocked and beguiled him, and the others
ARIADNE. 201bit his tired senses into a poisonous irritationwhich he fancied was passion. But still when hewas in solitude he remembered, he regretted,almost he repented.Meanwldle about him the great world talkedof her wherever the arts were understoodbymen,and saluted her as a great artist.The laurelwas set like a sharp spear in her breast, andwas watered with her heart's blood, as withDaphne's.Hearing that, he strove to silence his conscience,saying " to himseff, Her genius is withher; it wdl console her in time.Ihave notharmed her, — so much."One night, on an impulse, he wrote to her,and sent it through me. They were but sevenwords:" Iam unworthy,butIthank you."Igave them to her. She wept over them andblessed them as other women weep over andbless the face of their firstborn. She was thankfulas other women are before some great gift ofhomage and of honour rendered to them in thesight of nations.
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- Page 159 and 160: ARIADNE. 151her; she was vaguely op
- Page 161 and 162: ARIADNE. 153She stayed aU the summe
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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
- 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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- Page 203 and 204: ARIADNE. 195" Take my life away wit
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- 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
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- 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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200 ARIADNE.trembling she had cried to him, " It will be aUmylife!"It was all her life:it had been only a summeror two of his.<strong>The</strong> statue he would have bought if any extravagance— if half his fortune — could have purchasedit;but he thatit was inno way tobe had.In early morning, long before the men andwomen of his own world were astir,he rose oftenand went into the lonely place where the figurestood, and looked at it."No one else could love me like that," hethought over and overagain to himself.She had acceptedher fate at Idshands withoutreproach and without appeal;but this messagesent tohimin the marble, this parable hi stone,moved him as no words and as no woe wouldhave done. <strong>The</strong> faint hope with which she hadsent it forth was fulfilled. He remembered —almost he repented.He read the parable of the marble, but hestayed on with the apes and the asps, and theone mocked and beguiled him, and the others
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