Access Online - The European Library
Access Online - The European Library Access Online - The European Library
38 ARIADNE.must have been, all along the cruel strangehighways.Iwalked along the sea-road first, and thenacross the great central plains of France, and itwas fair autumn weather always, broken onlyby noble storms that swept the land majestically,and made the swoUen rivers rise.The air had the first crispness of winter whenIentered the city of Paris.Iwas weary in limb and brain, butIwentstraight to the house of Hilarion.Ihad not seen it since the night that Lilashad died there. It was in abye-street,being anold smaU palace in a noble but antiquatedquarter;it had belonged tohis mother's peopleinother centuries;it stood between court andgarden, and was darkened by some stately treesof lime and chestnut. Ifound it not withoutdifficulty ;it was evening;Irang at the largebronze gate-beU, without thinking whatIshoulddo whenit was answered.An old servant came and replied to methrough the bars of the gates. HUarion was notthere; he had gone away in the spring; no
ARIADNE. 39doubt he would return soon for the winter; theycould not tell where he was;no, there was noone in the house exceptdomestics. That was allhe said, or would say, being trained to silenceno doubt.Iturned away, and went into the busierstreets, Pales clinging close to me, for the blitheand busygaiety, and the crowds, and the glitter,and theinnumerable lamps,made these streets sostrangely bewildering after the dusky moonlitways of Rome, with their vast flights of stairs,and their great deserted courts, and their melodyof murmuring waters, and then- white gleam ofcolossalmarbles or gigantic domes.The city was all in the height of a fine frostywinter-night's merriment, and, what seemed tomeafter suchlong absence incredible,multitudes,aU light-hearted and light-footed, were pouringdown the streets, going to theatres or cafes orother places of diversion, with the Hghts allsparkling aU amongst their trees, and the windowsof then- shops, and frontages of their buildingsaU gay with colour and ornament andinvitation to amusement.
- Page 5 and 6: ARIADNE
- Page 7 and 8: AriadneTHE STORY OF A DREAM.By OUID
- Page 9 and 10: ABIADNE:THE STORY OF A DREAM.CHAPTE
- Page 11 and 12: ARIADNE. 3and its porphyry^ and its
- Page 13 and 14: ARIADNE. 5like the moorlands of the
- Page 15 and 16: ARIADNE. 7whiteness. We had walked
- Page 17 and 18: ARIADNE. 9The lamp that he held he
- Page 19 and 20: ARIADNE. 11dead. Icare for the marb
- Page 21 and 22: ARIADNE. 13silvery aboutmy feet, an
- Page 23 and 24: ARIADNE. 15before the genius of his
- Page 25 and 26: ARIADNE. 17that is never dim. But m
- Page 27 and 28: ARIADNE. 19laid bare all the jewels
- Page 29 and 30: ARIADNE. 21it, but only saw the loc
- Page 31 and 32: ARIADNE. 23times; nervous depressio
- Page 33 and 34: ARIADNE. 25forgot them: what matter
- Page 35: ARIADNE. 27tered many curses and fe
- Page 38 and 39: 30ARIADNE.Would the wealth all fall
- Page 40 and 41: 32ARIADNE.their cuirasses of steel,
- Page 42 and 43: CHAPTER IVIwent to Pippo, andIsaid
- Page 44 and 45: 36ARIADNE.AndItook the other things
- Page 48 and 49: 40 ARIADNE.Ifelt my head whirl;I, w
- Page 50 and 51: 42 ARIADNE.at a line of the poem no
- Page 52: 44 ARIADNE.me, and stayed on in Par
- Page 55 and 56: ARIADNE. 47had been able to hear no
- Page 57 and 58: ARIADNE. 49aside in a little passag
- Page 59 and 60: ARIADNE. 51Myheart stood stUl. Ihad
- Page 61 and 62: ARIADNE. 53" Oh, my dear! Oh, my de
- Page 63 and 64: ARIADNE. 55He breathed quickly, the
- Page 65 and 66: ARIADNE. 57think he was cruel to he
- Page 67 and 68: ARIADNE. 59garden,Isaw a messenger
- Page 69 and 70: ARIADNE. 61'sorrowful,though knowin
- Page 71 and 72: ARIADNE. 63' Hush !it will be finis
- Page 73 and 74: ARIADNE. 65she is always asking;tha
- Page 75 and 76: ARIADNE. 67" Isuppose he never send
- Page 77 and 78: ARIADNE. 69agony,Irepented then hav
- Page 79 and 80: ARIADNE. 71thinking only of her;but
- Page 81 and 82: CHAPTER V— t—Next dayIgot such
- Page 83 and 84: ARIADNE. 75see them even. No doubt
- Page 85 and 86: ARIADNE. 77waters, and here and the
- Page 87 and 88: ARIADNE. 79Iwalked on and led her b
- Page 89 and 90: ARIADNE. 81shores, and on the domes
- Page 91 and 92: ARIADNE. 83motionless.Itouched and
- Page 93 and 94: ARIADNE. 85quiet and deserted; the
- Page 95 and 96: ARIADNE. 87went out and sat clown o
38 ARIADNE.must have been, all along the cruel strangehighways.Iwalked along the sea-road first, and thenacross the great central plains of France, and itwas fair autumn weather always, broken onlyby noble storms that swept the land majestically,and made the swoUen rivers rise.<strong>The</strong> air had the first crispness of winter whenIentered the city of Paris.Iwas weary in limb and brain, butIwentstraight to the house of Hilarion.Ihad not seen it since the night that Lilashad died there. It was in abye-street,being anold smaU palace in a noble but antiquatedquarter;it had belonged tohis mother's peopleinother centuries;it stood between court andgarden, and was darkened by some stately treesof lime and chestnut. Ifound it not withoutdifficulty ;it was evening;Irang at the largebronze gate-beU, without thinking whatIshoulddo whenit was answered.An old servant came and replied to methrough the bars of the gates. HUarion was notthere; he had gone away in the spring; no
Change language