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CHAPTER XVI.And the old mother was sitting at home blind,and teUingher wooden beads, and saying in herprayers:" Dear Mother of God, let him soon comeback, for whenIhear his voiceIseem to see ahttle still;itis not aU quite dark."Isat by my staU by the bridge, and it wasbrilliant noontide, and the waters were glancinglike satin in the sun, when the story of his deathcame to me. Giulio broughtitto me, rushinglikeamad creature down from the Golden HiU,hiswhite hair blowing from his bare head, and hiseyes seeming to leap from then- sockets." Themaster!the master! " he cried, and fora long time could say no more, staring at theskies and gasping the name of Maryx.VOL. III.Q