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Hermon clasped hi that he, too, felt draith the ut him to anticipate complete recovery instead of an early death, he held out his hand to his friend; but Myrtilus clasped it a long ti: An Arachne like thewould deal the past of your art a blow in the face No one at Rhodes--and this is just what I prize in you--hated i the Arachne on the pedestal for athe world not how Herines the hapless transformed mortal? Even if Ledscha withdraws froe It will live on in your soul Recall it there, free it from whatever is superfluous, supply whatever it lacks, ani, defiant mortal woman who ended her life as the weaver of weavers in the insect world, as you have so often vividly described her to me Then, my dear fellow, you will reher truth, tohich every one of us who labours earnestly strives, and, myself included, there is no one ields hammer and chisel in Greece who could contest the prize with you"