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ARIADNE. 69agony,Irepented then having held my hand inVenice.The boj- was nothing to me.for him or remembrance.Ihad no mercyIt was quite late at night. Isat dumb andstupid inhis garret on the edge of his trucklebed;the muffled sound of all the hfe of Pariscameit]) dully, hke the distant sound of the seawhen oneis miles inland."Will you take her away?" he said, with apiteous entreatyinhis voice." Let me think,"Isaid to him; and the starsand the roofs seemed towhirl,and all the pulsesof the bestial worldto beatin mine.For itis bestial: abeast that for ever,devoursand has never enough.Yes,of courseIwould takeher away;Iwouldtake her to Rome.Romeis themighty motherofnations;inRomeshe might find peace once more.Ihad heard inother days that sometimes whenthe mind is shaken from its seat, and reasonclouded by any great shock, nothing is so likelyto restore it and awaken consciousness as the