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When the palace was completed to Dion's satisfaction and became one of the most lauded ornaments of the city, the young men's friendship assumed a new form, and it would have been difficult to say which received the most benefit.
XXII. Timoleon, having thus gained possession of the fortified citadel on the promontory, did not fall into the same snare as Dion, and was not moved to spare the place for the sake of its beautiful and costly architecture. Dion's jealousy of the people led him to distrust them, and proved his ruin; but Timoleon took a very different course.
That was the interior cry of her being, again and again repeated "My poor life stricken, soiled, crushed down in the ooze of a nameless filth." Childless and now betrayed! How terrible had been her happiness on the edge of the pit! The days in Greece Robin Dion's return from the war!
She had found a tutor, a young Oxford man, who would accompany them to Turkey, but she wanted Dion's advice on certain points. Did it not show a strange persistence, even a certain lack of pride in her?
She blushed faintly. "No," she said. That faint blush made Dion's heart bound, he scarcely knew why. But he only said soberly: "I'm glad of that. And now about Robin. You're right. He can't walk over stubble with me, but why shouldn't I stick him on a pony?" "Oh a pony! How he would love it!" "Can't I get hold of one?" "But Job Crickendon's got one!" "Job Crick . . . ?" "Mrs.
At first she talked of the present, of their life in Greece and of what it had meant to her, what it had done for her; and then, always with her arm through Dion's, she began to talk of the future. "We've got to go away from all this, but let us carry it with us; you know, as one can carry things that one has really gathered up, really got hold of.
Was her husband's love no longer sufficient to replace the many pleasures she had sacrificed? No! It could not be that; never had she gazed with more devoted tenderness into Dion's face than when entirely alone with him in shady nooks. She who in such hours looked the very embodiment of happiness and contentment, certainly was neither ill nor sorrowful.
Directly they were out of the city they were in a freedom that appealed to the gipsy in both. Dion's strong boyishness, which had never yet been cast off, was met and countered by the best of good fellowship in Rosamund. Though she could be very serious, and even what he called "strange," she was never depressed or sad. Her good spirits were unfailing and infectious.
He had escaped as the fisherman explained a great danger; for had he gone to the other island, which swarmed with venomous serpents, he might easily have fallen a victim to the bite of one of the reptiles. Gorgias grasped Dion's hand but, in reply to his gay invitation to accompany him to the house at once, he begged him to listen to his story before joining the ladies. Dion was startled.
"I'm not afraid of anything," said Daphne proudly, and then the gate was opened, the sheep crowded through, and Dion and Daphne with Argos fell in behind the flock, and away they went toward the hills, to the music of Dion's pipe, the bleating of the sheep, and the tinkling of their bells.
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