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226 ARIADNE.AVhenIarose and understoodit seemed to meas if the Tiber ran blood, and as if all Romerocked with the throes of an earthquake.Maryx dead!It seemed to me asif the veryearth must groanaloud, and the very dogs of the streets weep.AVhy hadIbroken the steel in Venice ? — Icursed my imbecihty and my feebleness of purpose,Icursedthe mother that had borne me,a fool only fit to bring ruin on all fives thatIhonoured and loved!" ItisIwho have murdered him— I ! " Icriedloud to the terrified crowds.Fortune had blessed him for five and twentyyears,andIhad bade him pause that day by theAVingless Love!Iremember how bright the noon was,how thefresh winds from the sea rushed by,how thehttlebirds were singing, and how the swallows and thepigeons were whirling and darting above thewaters;andhe waslying dead,he whose thoughtsand whose labours had been strong as Hercules,and as Adonisbeautiful!He was dead — dead — dead — the great soul of