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ARIADNE. 95spent their lives like water year after year,unloved and uncared for, going to their gravesunmourned. And such passion as this wasgiven to falsehood and to faithlessness!She took a step towards him; her face wascrimson, her mouth was firm, her hair tossedback showed her eyes gleaming, but resolute,under her lovely, low, broad brows — the browsof the Ariadne."Listen!" she said swiftly. "I have beenmad,Ithink,but nowIam sane.Iremember;you were always good — good and great — andIseemed thankless, thoughIwas not so in myheart. Youused to be my master, and you werefull of patience and pity, andIremember andIamgrateful. Yes. But — listen! Unless you promiseme neverto touch ahair of his head, neverto go near to him savein gentleness,Iwill killyou before you canreach him. Yes;Iam calm,andIsay the thingImean. Life is over forme, butIwill find strength to save him: thegods hear me, and they know."Then she was silent, and her mouth shutclose, as though it were the mouth of a mask