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ARIADNE. 43her dead, andhe showing aU her unveiledbeautiesto the gaze of men, as Nero showed in deathAgrippina. Itore the paper-cover off it, andthe pages with their delicate printing, and bitthem through and through with my teeth,andflung them on the ground and to the winds.People passing by me must have thought memad: the boys of the streets ranand caught theflying pages from the gutter to make them intoanyof the ten thousand uses that the ingenuityof poverty can teach them. ThenIrose andtried to remember whereIwas, and to find mywayto a cheap house of call whereIhad usedto Hve with the comedians twenty odd yearsbefore.That Httle hostelry had been pulled down tomake way for theblank, glaring,dreary,plasteredpileswhichyourmodern architects love,andwhichhave no more story in them, or light and shade,.or meaning of any kind, than has an age-worncoquette'shard enamelled face.The little wine-shop, once the abode of muchharmless merriment and wise content, had beenpulled down; butIfound another that suited