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80ARIADNE.ipoor crowding together in dusky hovels that oncewerethe arched passages of palaces or the opencourts of public pleasure places.There waslittle light;hereand there alanternswungupon a cord, or the glow from a smith'sforge shone ruddy on the stones. She did notnotice anything; she came onward with me,walking straight!}', as the blind do. Thencefrom the darkness and the squalor and the ruin,we came out by winding ways on to the river'sbank by Quattro Capi.Theriver was full,butnot in flood;its tawnyhues werebrown with the soil of the mountains:onit a few boats were rocking, tied with ropesto the piles of the bridge; the island wasindistinct,and the farther shore was dim, but at thatinstant the moonrose, and lines of silver passedacross the pulsing stream, and touched to lightthe peristyle of the little moss-grown temple byour side, and the falling water of the Medicifountain.She moved forward of her ownwill,and walkedto the edge of the Tiber, and stood and lookedon the strong swift current and the shadowy