366 IN A WINTER CITY.
of despafr appaUed her: what would her future
be ? Only one long empty void, in whose hoUow-
ness the " pleasures " of the world would rattle
like dead bones. She began to understand that
for a great love there is no death possible. It is
Uke Ahasuerus the Jew : it must Uve on in tor¬
ment for ever.
And how she had smUed at aU these things
when others had spoken of them !
The days passed slowly one by one; the
beautiful city was in its spring glory, and ran
over with the blossoms of flowers, as though it
were the basket that Persephone let faU. The
news-sheets were fuU of this deed which he had
done in SicUy; she bought them aU, down to the
tawdriest Uttle sheet that held his name, and read
the weU-known story again and again a hundred
and ten hundred times ; his friends expected him
to arrive in the town each day, but no one heard
anything dfrect from himself.
"It is strange he writes to none of us," said
Majfexoma; " cian anything hare happensd? "
" Oh, no; the p'apeirs would kaowj^" said^
I>iic de St. LfO'uis.