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ARIADNE. 235fathers' arms were silent and afraid;the sorrowof aU Rome was his requiem.As the crowds bore me with them through thegates,in the starlit midnight, the people nearestme gave way; a shadowy white figure came—through the press, andIsaw the face of Giojathere — unveUed, in the duU red glow of thetorchlight." AA'ho is it— dead?" she asked, and her voiceseemed to me to come from afar off as if from theheights of the ah- or the depths of the graves.BeforeIcould answer her, Ghdio spoke:willing to slay her if the words woulcl slay." Maryx is dead. AVhom else shouldaU Romemourn ?Yourlover killed him — for your sake."