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ARIADNE. 219" Oh my God ! "Maryx groaned aloud. It seemed to him astenible as when of old some lovely human life,in its first youth, was laid low in sacrifice tosome god of stone, whose eyes of stone couldnot evenbehold in pity its death throes."But she will not forget. HaveItold you soin vam? " he cried aloud,and his voice rose and"rolled hke thunder through the silence. She— wiU never forget, God helpher! Vile womenand light ones forget; and the adulteress forgets,and the harlot; but she — can you lookat that marble and insult her, still? To heryou are lover and lord, and husband andking, and the only god that she knows, and theone shame of her life and its one glory. Haveyou nopity ? have you no human heart in yourbreast ? were you not born of a woman? Youfound her content and innocent, and in peace,and for your own pleasure and vanity drove allthat away, and all her dreams and all her girlhoodperished by — you and you only say sheshould forget! Can even men forget when theywill ? "