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98ARIADNE.She crouched clown by the side of the hearthand sighedheavily." I cannot helpit — let mebe."Then suddenly she looked up at me with wideopendespairing eyes." He was wearyof me. It was my fault: nothis.Idid not know — — Idid not know. Hislove was my glory how couldItell ? WhenIwent to that cruel city thenIlearned, — Iwasonly a mere frail foolish thing in his sight,as the others were — only that;but how couldItell?"And then once more her head sank down, andshe wept bitterly."Yet you think those who love you have noright to avenge you?"Icried to her.She stretched her arms out to the vacantair." There is novengeance that would not beggarme more.Whilst he lives,Iwill find strengthto live. What vengeance doIwant? He hasloved me — the gods are good! "Then she swooned, and lost consciousness,and lay there,by the low fire of the hearth, like