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ARIADNE. 221canIsay to move you? If you have no tendernessfor such love as hers you are colder than themarble in winch she has made your likeness,andlifted itup as a godto the world! "The strength of his own emotion choked hiswords; he pleaded for her as never woidd he forhis ownlife's sake have pleaded for himself.Hilarion listened in silence; his eyelids werestdl drooped; his face was still tinged with thefaint red of what washalf shame, half anger.He was shaken to the depths ofhis nature,butthose depths were not deep as in the nature ofthe man who besought him, and they had longbeen fiUed up with the slough of vanity, and ofseU-indulgence.His heart thrilled, his pulse quickened, hiseyes were dim, he was fuU of pain, evenfull ofrepentance; he thought of the young head thathad lain on his breast in such faith, as the doveon its safest shelter;he felt the clinging caressof those hands which were so weak in his own,though so strong to wield the sword of Athene.All that had ever been in him of manhood,of tenderness, of valour, yearned in one tender