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64ARIADNE.clay reeled and crumbled, andfell away, and allits beauty sank clown into a mere heap of earth— God forgive me !"And she herself fell down at the sight of theruined thing, as though my knife had strickenher hfe; fell with a great cry, as if her veryheart were bursting; and her forehead struckthe stones, and the blood came from hermouth."His voice sank into silence with a sob.Forme,Isat quietly hxhis side, with the Seine waterflowing underneath the wall down below,and thelamps looming yellow through the mist.Iwanted to know nothing more.Isawall thecruel months and years, asin a mirror one seesone's own eyes lookingback at one." Go on,"Isaid to the lad;and after alittlehe took up his tale." She washke a dead creaturemany clays and"weeks," he said. We called help; they gaveit some learned name; some fire of the spineand brain, they called it. She rose from herbed, for she is strong, they say, but her mind'seems gone ever since then. Will he be long?'