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46 ARIADNE.Icannot teU why this should have had power toentermybrain and make me stop, but soit was;and Pales pricked her sandy fox-like ears, asthough in that multitude of strangers seeingsome familiar face. Iwent where the flute wasbeingplayed, before a coffee-house door, beneaththe roadside trees,under thebright stillskies andthe shine of the gasHghts.It was hard to see tbe player, for there wereso many people crowding round and sitting atease upon green iron chairs, sipping coffee andeating sweet things, for the night was sereneandnot cold. ButIlistened standing on the edge ofthe crowd,and thoughallflutes have but onevoiceamongst them, yetit seemed to me that this onespoke with the sweet sad sound thatIhad heardat Daila, when the peaches had been ripe, andedging in a little nearer,Isaw that the playerwas Amphion, whomIhad never seen from thenight that he had sent Maryx and myself totheseashore.WhenIhad returned to Rome after that timeIhad utterly forgotten him,and when remembering,Ireproachedmyself and asked of him,I
ARIADNE. 47had been able to hear nothing; the fishermanby Quattro Capi could only say he had been anhonest though not auseful lad whilst with him,and had gone away — out of the city, for aughtthat he knew.And nowIwas sure that this was Amphion— playinghere, with the small olive face and thebig black eyes, and the nervous giriish hands,and making such soft, sweet, wailingmusic, thateventhe Paris crowd was still and touched.When the music ceased he took off the flatscarlet cap that he wore on his dark curls, andheld it outto those who had Hstened; they werenumerous, and aU gave wiUingly. The flute heplayed onwas a common one of ebony: not thesilver flute of Daila. He divided it and shppeditinhis breast,as his way always had been;thencame out of the crowd.Istoppedhim: " Do you know me? " Isaid." Where are you gomg ? Why do you strugglelike that ? "For he was trying to escapeme.He stood stiU,finding me resolute,but his facewas downcast and his voice faltered, as he stam-
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- Page 38 and 39: 30ARIADNE.Would the wealth all fall
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- Page 42 and 43: CHAPTER IVIwent to Pippo, andIsaid
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- Page 48 and 49: 40 ARIADNE.Ifelt my head whirl;I, w
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- Page 59 and 60: ARIADNE. 51Myheart stood stUl. Ihad
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- Page 67 and 68: ARIADNE. 59garden,Isaw a messenger
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- Page 71 and 72: ARIADNE. 63' Hush !it will be finis
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- Page 75 and 76: ARIADNE. 67" Isuppose he never send
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- Page 81 and 82: CHAPTER V— t—Next dayIgot such
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- Page 87 and 88: ARIADNE. 79Iwalked on and led her b
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- Page 91 and 92: ARIADNE. 83motionless.Itouched and
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ARIADNE. 47had been able to hear nothing; the fishermanby Quattro Capi could only say he had been anhonest though not auseful lad whilst with him,and had gone away — out of the city, for aughtthat he knew.And nowIwas sure that this was Amphion— playinghere, with the small olive face and thebig black eyes, and the nervous giriish hands,and making such soft, sweet, wailingmusic, thateventhe Paris crowd was still and touched.When the music ceased he took off the flatscarlet cap that he wore on his dark curls, andheld it outto those who had Hstened; they werenumerous, and aU gave wiUingly. <strong>The</strong> flute heplayed onwas a common one of ebony: not thesilver flute of Daila. He divided it and shppeditinhis breast,as his way always had been;thencame out of the crowd.Istoppedhim: " Do you know me? " Isaid." Where are you gomg ? Why do you strugglelike that ? "For he was trying to escapeme.He stood stiU,finding me resolute,but his facewas downcast and his voice faltered, as he stam-
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