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ARIADNE. 91to me, a Roman, to whom vengeance was wildjustice and sacred duty, for the first time, a poorandfutile tiling. It could changenothing; undonothing; restore nothing. What use wasit — ? Ifone killed him what would he care ? he wasbrave, and he believed innohereafter.Maryx put out his arm and grasped the oldbronzehandle of the door."Let me see her," he said.Iclasped his hand inhesitation:Iwasafraidfor him and for her." " I was her master," he saidbitterly; Iwillseeher. She shall know that she is not friendless;— nor without an avenger. Let me see her.What do you fear ? HaveInot learnedpatienceall these years? "And he turned the handle of the door andentered. Istayed on the threshold in thegloom.She waslying still upon thehearth asIhadleft her;her arms were folded, and her head wasbent on them;the tumbled masses of her hah-hidher face;the flame from the hearth shed a dullred light about the dark and motionless figure.