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160ARIADNE.is theirs.Only after a little they do not wantit; so they leaveit — that is all." Let us go home," she said with eager haste,the first sign of eagerness thatIhad seen inhersinceIhad brought her to the Tiber's side." Let us go home. IwUl work there in thetower. You shall get memarble — the oldmarbleof Luna, the Etruscan marble — andIwill try;thenperhaps the world will keepit asit has keptHermes;and me they will forget, but him never.Itis the statues that live,not the sculptor."And then for a moment, in that loneliness ofthe Chiaranionte, she leaned against the Greekgod,and laid her lips to his cold pure limbs, asshe had done to the stones of the hearth in mychamber." He used to caress you," she murniured to" "the marble. Dear god,give me strength!Then we went silently through the BraccioNuovo, past the bronze Augustus, fit master ofthe world, and Titus's hive of honey; betweenthe Corinthian columns and past the pillars ofred granite, over the mosaics of theshining floor,and so through manyhalls and corridors into the