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ARIADNE. 21it, but only saw the locust on the wheat-stalk,the beetle in the vine-leaf, the fever mist in thereedy places by the rivers, and all the other soreand various curses of then- daily lives.If any asked for news of him there, theyalways said that they knew nothing. Perhapsit was true. Hilarion was one of those who havemany houses inmany lands,but have nohome.They are commonin your generation.Of Httle Amphion, also,Ihad seen no moresince that fatal night.. All about me the life was unchanged. Myneighbours gambled at trisella and zecchinettoas of old;ErsiHa scolded and laboured, with awrinkle the more betwixt her black brows;Pippo cooked, and Pipistrello played; and theyoungsters skipped upon the stones to thetwanging of lute and viol and the thump oftambourine; and the nightingales sang in thegardens; and the goats rang their bells withearly daylight down the streets.But to me all the world seemed dead — deadas Nero's slaughtered mUlions were beneath thesoil.