powerless to move her envy, these to her seemed as idle aa
the blow-balls that a child's breath floated down the current
of a smnmer breeze.
When once a human ear has heard the whispers of the
gods by night steal through the reeds by the river, never
again to it can there sound anything but discord and
empty sound in the tinkling cymbals of brass, and the
fools' bells of silver, in which the crowds in their deafness
imagine the songs of the heroes and the music of the
" There are only two trades in a city," said the actors to
her, with a smile as bitter as her ovra, " only two trades—
to buy souls and to sell them. What business have you
here, who do neither the one nor the other?"
There was music still in this trampled reed of the river,
into which the gods had once bidden the stray winds and
the wandering waters breathe their melody; but there, in
the press, the buyers and sellers only saw in it a frail thing
of the sand and the stream, only made to be woven for
barter, or bind together the sheaves of the roses of pleasure.
By-and-by they grew so impatient of this soul which
knew its right errand so little that it would neither accept
temptation itself nor deal it to others, they grew so impa¬
tient to receive that golden guerdon from passion and evil
which they had foreseen as their sure wage for her when
they had drawn her with them to the meshes of the city,
tliat they betrayed her, stung and driven into treachery by
the intolerable reproach of her continual strength, her
They took a heavy price, and betrayed her to the man
who had set his soul upon her beauty, to make it live naked
and vile and perfect for all time in marble. She saved her-
seff by such madness of rage, such fury of resistance, as the
native tigress knows in the glare of the torches or the bonds
of the cords.
She smote the sculptor with her knife; a tumult rose
round; voices shouted that he was stabbed; the men Avho
had betrayed her raised loudest the outcry. In the dark¬
ness of a narrow street, and of a night of tempest, she
fled from them, and buried herself in the dense obscurity
which is one of the few privileges of the outcasts.
It was very poor, this quarter where she found refuge;