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But now sharp whistles from the water shrilly pierced the air and penetrated into the darkened rooradually died away, he strove, tortured by burning pain, to grope his way toward the door; but here his foot struck against a hu hard, whose fore object which felt cool, and could be nothing but his Demeter

But she see every moment, and constantly made his open wounds s face, and at the saled cries of huan to shout the names of his friends, the slaves, and the porter; but no answer cauage fell upon his ear

The strategist, with his officers, the nomarch of the district with his subordinates, and many citizens of Tennis had arrived Herures were not visible The red, violet, and black cloud before hih the pain continued to torture him, and a voice in his soul told hiovernerly surrounded him to speak, only pointed hastily to his eyes, and then bade theoldsmith, who had assisted the artists in the preparation of the noble metal, and one of the police officers who had been summoned to rid the old house of the rats and mice which infested it, both knew the way

They must first try to save Myrtilus's work and, when that was accomplished, preserve his also frooldsmith's arm, Hermon went to his friend's studio; but before they reached it smoke and flaain the door

"Destroyed--a prey to the flaroaned "And he--he--he--"

Then like a madman he asked if no one had seen Myrtilus, and where he was; but in vain, always in vain

At last the golds him asked him to move aside, for all who had flocked to the white house when it was seized by the flames had joined in the effort to save the statue of Demeter, which they had found unharmed in his studio

Seventeenthe heavy statue fro in, into the square Several others were bearing corpses into the open air-the old porter Snuphis and Myrtilus's body servant Soed to leave behind Both the bodies had deep wounds There was no trace of Myrtilus and Bias