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192 ARIADNE.of hisinParis (he called them friends) wrote tome and sent me their jewels when he was away.It is not thatIcare what the whole worldthinks me, but to be lowered in his sight, toseem to him only a fraU foolish thing hke the"restA great heavy sob heaved her heart; sheliftedher face to mine,it was burning now, with anindignant painin heruplifted eyes." Look ! AVhat doesit mean ? — who is to teUthe ways of the world ? That vile womanwhomhe hved with here in Rome, she is faithless andcruel and false, and betrayed him as well as herhusband,and yet he goes back to her and theworld sees no shame inher, though she wears hisjewels about her neck, and dishonours her chUdren.AndI, who sleeping and waking, neverthink,but of him; who have never athought hemight not know; who am his alone, his always,in life and in eternity, if eternity there be,Iam shameful, you say, and he has ceased to loveme becauseIloved him — too well: who canunderstand ? Icannot."Iknew not what to say to her:the laws and