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48 ARIADNE.mered some iU-connected words of where heHved and how it fared with him: then lookingme suddenlyin the face,the tears spranginto hiseyes, he drew me aside hurriedly down into apassage-way." You areold and poor.Ican tell you," hesaid, quickly. "I shall not be jealous of you.You care for her, but you cannot keep her.Come home with me, andIwill teU you."" She is in thecity, then ? " Isaid,with a greatleap at myheart,and a dizziness before my sight." Yes, yes," he said, impatiently." Comehome with me."Ikept pace with his lithe and quick youngsteps to ahouse on the river." You will make me lose money,"he said,restlessly,looking backward at the crowded andilluminated streets we left.He had changed sorely from the »retty softlad that he had been at Daila; poverty andfeverish passions, and the ah- and the ways ofcities, had pinched and wasted his features andgiven a false colour to his worn cheeks, and apiteous eagerness to his glance. He drew me