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ARIADNE. 131seems to me that you arebut a shallow studentof greatnatures."" — She will love me always you mean yes." "You dare to triumph ?" No, Imeant — no triumph. There are womenhive that, they make one dread lest ever thereshould be the endless Hereafter that we wisemen laugh at. How should we bear their eyes?"A shiver shook him as he walked to and fro inthe moonlight." Tell me more of her," he said, pausingbefore me." Iwill tell you nothing."" You think me so unworthy?"" Ithink any one of the galley slaves that todin the gangs, with their crimes written on theirbreasts, better and honester than you — yes."He was silent; the moonlight poured clownbetween us white and wide; there lay a littledead bird on the stones,Iremember,a redbreast,stiff andcold. The people traffic in such thingshere, in the square of Agrippa;it had fallen,doubtless, off somemarket staU.Poor little robin!All theinnocent sweetwood-K 2