Some ragged urchins kept running around them and following them, until they took refuge in an ornamental little white temple at the end of the avenue.
"Very well, then, enamored sea-wolf," continued Freya; "you need not sleep, you need not eat, you may kill yourself if the fancy strikes you; but I am not able to love you; I shall never love you.

You may give up all hope; life is not mere diversion and I have other more serious occupations that absorb all my time." In spite of the playful smile with which she accompanied these words, Ferragut surmised a very firm will.
"Then," he said in despair, "it will all be useless ?...

Even though I make the greatest sacrifices ?...

Even though I give proofs of love greater than you have ever known ?..." "All useless," she replied roundly, without a sign of a smile.
They paused before the ornamental little temple-shaped building, with its dome supported by white columns and a railing around it.

The bust of Virgil adorned the center,--an enormous head of somewhat feminine beauty.
The poet had died in Naples in "Sweet Parthenope," on his return from Greece and his body, turned to dust, was perhaps mingled with the soil of this garden.