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224ARIADNE.clenched the roots of the rank grasses in the convulsionof a mortal agony:in another momentit relaxedits hold and was motionless,palm upward,on the earth:never more to create, nevermore to obey the will of the soul and the brain.The sun came over the low hills suddenly, andit was day. He gave one long slow shudderingsigh as his life blood chokedhim; then stretchedhis limbs out wearily, and lay there dead.