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202 ARIADNE.To me the words seemedbut poorand cold.Icould not tell then how he felt when hewrote them.Iheard from him long afterwards,when all was of no use.They did contain, indeed, perhaps the truestutterance that he had ever made. He felt hisownunworthiness,he who had been wrapped allhis days in the togaof a superb and indifferentand eontenqduous vanity, and the sense of itwounded and galled him; yet he thanked herbecause he had a heart in his breast, and because,as he said,menare not vile, they are onlychddren — children spoilt often by the world'sindulgence or by the world's injustice.He would go,Isay,inthe early morning, whennone of his own world were about, and standbefore the statue and think of her till a greatshame enteredinto him and a great regret.An angel comes once in then- lives to mostmen: seldom do they know their visitant; oftendo they thrust the door against it. Any way,itnever comes but once. He recognised the angelnow; nay, he had known it when first he hadopened his arms to it;but it had brought too
ARIADNE. 203pure a breath of heaven with it: he had put itaway and gone back to the apes and the asps;and the marble looked at him, and its parablesmote him into remembrance and regret.But he did not return; for he had not lovedher.Besides he didnotdare to take to this creaturewho still loved him and who dwelt under theshield of Athene, merelymore shame again. Hedid not dare to look in those clear eyes which"saw the faces of the immortals, and say, Inever loved you;Ionly ruined your life out ofa vain caprice."She, wearing out her years in silence andsolitude for his sake in that loneliness which ismore bitter and sorrowful than any widowhood,would not have touched him;but she, with theclue and the sword in her hands and the laurelin her breast, regained a place in his remembrance,and haunted him.The dead he would have forgotten;but tinsliving woman, of whom the world spoke, whomitcrowned, who had the supreme powers of art,and threw them clown at his feet and dedicated
- 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
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- Page 171 and 172: CHAPTER XThat verynightImade a scul
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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,"
- 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
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- Page 197 and 198: ARIADNE. 189you ? Imean simply and
- 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: ARIADNE. 201bit his tired senses in
- 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
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- 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
- Page 241 and 242: ARIADNE. 233and white, and the nigh
- Page 243 and 244: ARIADNE. 235fathers' arms were sile
- Page 245 and 246: ARIADNE. 237" So best," he had answ
- Page 247 and 248: ARIADNE. 239bended whyin the eyes o
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- Page 253 and 254: ARIADNE. 245when she had cried out
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ARIADNE. 203pure a breath of heaven with it: he had put itaway and gone back to the apes and the asps;and the marble looked at him, and its parablesmote him into remembrance and regret.But he did not return; for he had not lovedher.Besides he didnotdare to take to this creaturewho still loved him and who dwelt under theshield of Athene, merelymore shame again. Hedid not dare to look in those clear eyes which"saw the faces of the immortals, and say, Inever loved you;Ionly ruined your life out ofa vain caprice."She, wearing out her years in silence andsolitude for his sake in that loneliness which ismore bitter and sorrowful than any widowhood,would not have touched him;but she, with theclue and the sword in her hands and the laurelin her breast, regained a place in his remembrance,and haunted him.<strong>The</strong> dead he would have forgotten;but tinsliving woman, of whom the world spoke, whomitcrowned, who had the supreme powers of art,and threw them clown at his feet and dedicated
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