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104 ARIADNE." Find me some place where no one will knowthatIam living," she said to me. SoIfoundher the old brick tower, with its pines and itsold orange-treesbehind it, and the owls and thepigeons about its roof, where the wind-sownplants had made aliving wreath of green.Imade it as beautiful asIcould withoutlettingit show that money had been spent there,for of riches she had a strange horror; andwhen she saw anything that seemed " to her tohave costgold, she said always, take it away,and sell it for the poor." For she had somethinginher, asin the old days we had used tosay, of the serenity of the early saints,mingledwithall the Pagan force and Pagan graces of hermind and character. And, so far as she thoughtof them at all, she abhorred the riches of BenSulim,because she was sure that oppression anddishonesty and avarice, and all the unpunishedsins of the usurer and of the miser,had idledthat hoard together.It werehard to tell the change that had comeover her. All the absorption into Art which hadonce isolated her from the world of others, had