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It must be late, for Herion rose between , drew his mantle closer round him

Yet it seemed impossible to return to the cabin; the e of the avenging goddess in the cella of the little Temple of Nemesis, completely mastered him In the close cabin these terrible visions, united with the fear of having reaped undeserved praise, would have crouched upon his breast like harpies and stifled or driven hi of the insulted Bia the freaks of chance was probably athan, with so nise the incoainst hiined that she was standing before hi hi, as if chilled to the bone, overwhelmed by intense horror, he turned his blinded eyes upward to the blackness above and raised his hand, for the first time since he had joined the pupils of Straton in the Museuht Nemesis to be content, and not add to blindness new tortures to augment the terrible ones which rent his soul, and he did so with all the ardour of his passionate nature

The steward Gras had received orders to wake the Lady Thyone if anything unusual happened to the blind roan so pitifully that it would have ly to his head, he thought it was time to utter words of consolation, and a short time after the anxious matron followed him

Her low exclamation startled Her a ti soul, is scarcely endurable, and the blind man imposed little restraint upon hied hiht air

At first he resolutely resisted, declaring that he should lose his senses alone in the close cabin

Then, in her cordial, simple way, she offered to bear hier, at any rate; she , and they still had s to confide to each other

Touched by soon the Bithynian's arm, followed her, not into his little cabin, but into the captain's spacious sitting room