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204ARIADNE.them to him alone, this living woman he couldnotforget,and he said againand againto himself," AVho else could love melike that ? "There aremen whom the entire consciousnessof theperfect possession of a woman's life makesindifferent:there is no need to guard what wdlnot stray: such men need the spur of uncertainty,the stimulant of rivalry; this is whyinnocent women fail and vile women succeed.Hilarion was one of these men; the absoluteconsecration of her, body and soul, to himselfdid not cement butonly loosened the bonds thatbound him."She will always be there," he had said tohimself. So he had left her and had strayed tothose of whom he was not so sure.Thefaint unformed jealousy which nowrose inhim of Maryx drew his thoughtsback toher asnosense of her Uving and dying for his sake couldeverhave done. Hecould nottell thatMaryxnevereven saw her face. He could not know that shehad refused to seeher master, and that Maryx ofhis ownwill shrank from any approach to her.He heard that Maryx had placed her talent

ARIADNE. 205before the world, and heard all men speak thename of her teacher hi company with hers; avague irritation, which wasnot worthy of abettername, stirredinhim;he knew they werebothinRome.It was his perception of the love of Maryx forher which had first made him subjugate her tohis own passion. The affinity of Maryx to h6rin this,their common, art stirredinhim arestlessannoyance which only was not jealousy,becausehe knew her too well and because he loved hertoo little.He knew that she to himself would be for everfaithful;but though he knew this, he did notlike to think that any other lived who couldrender her that loyalty, that tenderness, thatservice in which his own passion had been lacking.He knew well that she would live and diealone;but he did not care to think that agreaterthan himself could caU toher consolation inhersolitude the gifts and the arms of Athene.He knew himself to be very base in this;butwhen the world speaking of her said, " she wasthe pupU of Maryx," he felt a contemptuous

204ARIADNE.them to him alone, this living woman he couldnotforget,and he said againand againto himself," AVho else could love melike that ? "<strong>The</strong>re aremen whom the entire consciousnessof theperfect possession of a woman's life makesindifferent:there is no need to guard what wdlnot stray: such men need the spur of uncertainty,the stimulant of rivalry; this is whyinnocent women fail and vile women succeed.Hilarion was one of these men; the absoluteconsecration of her, body and soul, to himselfdid not cement butonly loosened the bonds thatbound him."She will always be there," he had said tohimself. So he had left her and had strayed tothose of whom he was not so sure.<strong>The</strong>faint unformed jealousy which nowrose inhim of Maryx drew his thoughtsback toher asnosense of her Uving and dying for his sake couldeverhave done. Hecould nottell thatMaryxnevereven saw her face. He could not know that shehad refused to seeher master, and that Maryx ofhis ownwill shrank from any approach to her.He heard that Maryx had placed her talent

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