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ARIADNE. 209" Do they indeed caU her so great inParis ? "Icried, asIlooked up at my own window whereshe had used to stand amongstthebean flowers towatch the river on just such a night as thisone was." Yes. They have crowned her there; and— they say, ' a great genius ? — yes, — she wasoneof theloves of Hilarion.' That is what theysay,almost always."" And yet we lethim live." She wishes it. Have we a right to makeher more desolate ? "Idid not answer him.Iwas sick of heart.The beautiful Immortal who had come toher hiher loneliness, was that offspring of Jove wecallArt: nius,t the bow of slander be bent, and thearrowof scorn be sped to slay her, as the shaftof Artemis slew Ariadne?Mine had been only a dream — only a dream;must she always suffer for that ?Maryx had paused,and was standing on thebrink of the water,looking clown into its hmpiddarkness. The moonlight seU onthe white locksthat had come about his forehead, and the linesVOL III.r