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252 ARIADNE.subject to every storm and scorch of weatherthrough long years, and his eyes had the piteousbeseeching humiliation of a man vanquished andloathsome to himself.I.could not curse 1dm then; no more thanIcouldhave struck a woundedprisoner whose handswere fettered: there was that on his face whichtold me that the woman in the crowd had beenright, when she hadpitiedhimmore than the manhe had slain.He spoke first, and his voice had lost all itsaccustomedmelody,and sounded faint,yetharsh." Say nothing to me,""he muttered. Youcan say nothing thatIhave not heard night andclay, ever — since, in the air, all around. Saynothing tell me where she is ?"Iwas sUent: to me it was so horrible to beface to face with him, that he enchained me onlyby his gaze, as they say that some great snakesdo. And he was so changed!' Great God, sochanged! as the white Dionysos wouldhavebeen,dragged through flame andcarnage and the smokeof war.He spoke again.