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"Daphne," he answered dejectedly, "why should I deny that she is dear to me? And yet, how dare the blindlife--"

"Stop! stop!" Thyone interrupted with eager warreatest happiness she can iine"

"Until repentance awakes, and it is too late," he answered gravely "But even were her love strong enough to share her husband's e--it would still be contemptible baseness were I to profit by that love and seek her hand"

"Hermon!" the matron now exclai ereat that even hercoreatly indebted It ht satisfy Daphne, full of kindness as she is, to devote herself, body and soul, to the service of her helpless co constantly, like her, solely of others and their welfare, I should only too often, selfish as I now am, be mindful of myself But when I realize who I aar, because the scorching flaold which was to help him pay his debts"

"Folly!" cried the ather his boundless treasures? And when his daughter is once yours--"

"Then," Hermon went on bitterly, "the blinded artist's poverty will be over That is your opinion, and the majority of people will share it But I have er and thirst by the woht to see in ifts--to be dependent on her as the recipient of her alht I could not endure it at all! Every mouthful would choke me Just because she is so dear to reat self-sacrificing love, I could give her nothing save the keen discontent which seizes the proud soul that is forced constantly to accept benefits, as surely as the ringing sound follows the blow upon the brass My whole future life would become a chain of hue would lead? My teacher Straton once said that a man learns to hate no one more easily than the person from whom he receives benefits which it is out of his power to repay That is wise, and before I will see ain try the starving which, while I was a sculptor at Rhodes, I learned tolerably well"