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CHAPTER XIV. Outside the door of the tent Hermon was trying to banish Althea’s image from his mind. How foolishly he had overestimated last night the value of this miserable actress, who as a woman had lost all charm for him—even as a model for his Arachne! He would rather have appeared before his pure friend with unsightly stains on his robe than while mastered by yearning for the Thracian. The first glance at Daphne’s beloved face, the first words of her greeting, taught him