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Kennedy
had
often
been
seduced
by
whim
and
pleasure
from
his
studies
,
but
his
mind
was
an
incisive
one
,
capable
of
long
and
concentrated
efforts
which
ended
in
sharp
reactions
of
sensuous
languor
.
His
handsome
face
,
with
its
high
,
white
forehead
,
its
aggressive
nose
,
and
its
somewhat
loose
and
sensual
mouth
,
was
a
fair
index
of
the
compromise
between
strength
and
weakness
in
his
nature
.
Of
a
very
different
type
was
his
companion
,
Julius
Burger
.
He
came
of
a
curious
blend
,
a
German
father
and
an
Italian
mother
,
with
the
robust
qualities
of
the
North
mingling
strangely
with
the
softer
graces
of
the
South
.
Blue
Teutonic
eyes
lightened
his
sun
-
browned
face
,
and
above
them
rose
a
square
,
massive
forehead
,
with
a
fringe
of
close
yellow
curls
lying
round
it
.
His
strong
,
firm
jaw
was
clean
-
shaven
,
and
his
companion
had
frequently
remarked
how
much
it
suggested
those
old
Roman
busts
which
peered
out
from
the
shadows
in
the
corners
of
his
chamber
.
Under
its
bluff
German
strength
there
lay
always
a
suggestion
of
Italian
subtlety
,
but
the
smile
was
so
honest
,
and
the
eyes
so
frank
,
that
one
understood
that
this
was
only
an
indication
of
his
ancestry
,
with
no
actual
bearing
upon
his
character
.
In
age
and
in
reputation
,
he
was
on
the
same
level
as
his
English
companion
,
but
his
life
and
his
work
had
both
been
far
more
arduous
.
Twelve
years
before
,
he
had
come
as
a
poor
student
to
Rome
,
and
had
lived
ever
since
upon
some
small
endowment
for
research
which
had
been
awarded
to
him
by
the
University
of
Bonn
.
Painfully
,
slowly
,
and
doggedly
,
with
extraordinary
tenacity
and
single
-
mindedness
,
he
had
climbed
from
rung
to
rung
of
the
ladder
of
fame
,
until
now
he
was
a
member
of
the
Berlin
Academy
,
and
there
was
every
reason
to
believe
that
he
would
shortly
be
promoted
to
the
Chair
of
the
greatest
of
German
Universities
.
But
the
singleness
of
purpose
which
had
brought
him
to
the
same
high
level
as
the
rich
and
brilliant
Englishman
,
had
caused
him
in
everything
outside
their
work
to
stand
infinitely
below
him
.
He
had
never
found
a
pause
in
his
studies
in
which
to
cultivate
the
social
graces
.
It
was
only
when
he
spoke
of
his
own
subject
that
his
face
was
filled
with
life
and
soul
.
At
other
times
he
was
silent
and
embarrassed
,
too
conscious
of
his
own
limitations
in
larger
subjects
,
and
impatient
of
that
small
talk
which
is
the
conventional
refuge
of
those
who
have
no
thoughts
to
express
.
And
yet
for
some
years
there
had
been
an
acquaintanceship
which
appeared
to
be
slowly
ripening
into
a
friendship
between
these
two
very
different
rivals
.
The
base
and
origin
of
this
lay
in
the
fact
that
in
their
own
studies
each
was
the
only
one
of
the
younger
men
who
had
knowledge
and
enthusiasm
enough
to
properly
appreciate
the
other
.
Their
common
interests
and
pursuits
had
brought
them
together
,
and
each
had
been
attracted
by
the
other
’
s
knowledge
.
And
then
gradually
something
had
been
added
to
this
.
Kennedy
had
been
amused
by
the
frankness
and
simplicity
of
his
rival
,
while
Burger
in
turn
had
been
fascinated
by
the
brilliancy
and
vivacity
which
had
made
Kennedy
such
a
favourite
in
Roman
society
.
I
say
"
had
,
"
because
just
at
the
moment
the
young
Englishman
was
somewhat
under
a
cloud
.
A
love
-
affair
,
the
details
of
which
had
never
quite
come
out
,
had
indicated
a
heartlessness
and
callousness
upon
his
part
which
shocked
many
of
his
friends
.
But
in
the
bachelor
circles
of
students
and
artists
in
which
he
preferred
to
move
there
is
no
very
rigid
code
of
honour
in
such
matters
,
and
though
a
head
might
be
shaken
or
a
pair
of
shoulders
shrugged
over
the
flight
of
two
and
the
return
of
one
,
the
general
sentiment
was
probably
one
of
curiosity
and
perhaps
of
envy
rather
than
of
reprobation
.
"
Look
here
,
Burger
,
"
said
Kennedy
,
looking
hard
at
the
placid
face
of
his
companion
,
"
I
do
wish
that
you
would
confide
in
me
.
"
As
he
spoke
he
waved
his
hand
in
the
direction
of
a
rug
which
lay
upon
the
floor
.
On
the
rug
stood
a
long
,
shallow
fruit
-
basket
of
the
light
wicker
-
work
which
is
used
in
the
Campagna
,
and
this
was
heaped
with
a
litter
of
objects
,
inscribed
tiles
,
broken
inscriptions
,
cracked
mosaics
,
torn
papyri
,
rusty
metal
ornaments
,
which
to
the
uninitiated
might
have
seemed
to
have
come
straight
from
a
dustman
’
s
bin
,
but
which
a
specialist
would
have
speedily
recognized
as
unique
of
their
kind
.
The
pile
of
odds
and
ends
in
the
flat
wicker
-
work
basket
supplied
exactly
one
of
those
missing
links
of
social
development
which
are
of
such
interest
to
the
student
.
It
was
the
German
who
had
brought
them
in
,
and
the
Englishman
’
s
eyes
were
hungry
as
he
looked
at
them
.
"
I
won
’
t
interfere
with
your
treasure
-
trove
,
but
I
should
very
much
like
to
hear
about
it
,
"
he
continued
,
while
Burger
very
deliberately
lit
a
cigar
.
"
It
is
evidently
a
discovery
of
the
first
importance
.
These
inscriptions
will
make
a
sensation
throughout
Europe
.
"
"
For
every
one
here
there
are
a
million
there
!
"
said
the
German
.
"
There
are
so
many
that
a
dozen
savants
might
spend
a
lifetime
over
them
,
and
build
up
a
reputation
as
solid
as
the
Castle
of
St
.
Angelo
.
"
