ARIADNE DISCROWNS HERSELF.
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hands stretched out to them were the hands of men who stumbled and often saw dimly, so that these beings unvisited by angels had no other choice than to grasp that stumbling guidance along the path of reliance and action which is the path of life, or else to pause in loneliness and disbelief, which is no path, but the arrest of inaction and death.
And so Romola, seeing no ray across the darkness, and heavy with conflict that changed nothing, sank at last to sleep.
