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It was only just to look on her face again, to see if she really lived like a vampire in the earth; and were she to be alive, he vowed to kill her where she lay—for into his life again he knew she must not come. IT WAS ONLY JUST TO LOOK ON HER FACE AGAIN TO SEE IF SHE REALLY LIVED LIKE A VAMPIRE IN THE EARTH AND WERE SHE TO BE ALIVE HE VOWED TO KILL HER WHERE SHE LAY FOR INTO HIS LIFE AGAIN HE KNEW SHE MUST NOT COME
ieux's grave. It was just as he had left it. Only an early yellow butterfly stood fanning itself on the freshly turned earth. Was it the soul of Silencieux? Cursing himself for a madman, he turned away, but had not gone many yards, when once more—there was that sudden strain of music and the word "Resurgam" somewhere on the wind. This time he knew he was not mistaken, but to believe it true—O God, he must not believe it true. Reality or fancy, it was an evil thing which he had cast out of his life—and he closed his ears and fled. Yet, though he loyally strove to quench that music in the sound of Beatrice's voice, deep in his heart he knew that the night would come when he would take his lantern and spade, wearily, as one who at length after hopeless striving obeys once more some imperious weakness—and look on the face of Silencieux again. Too surely that night came, and, as in a dream, Antony found himself in the dark spring night hastening with lantern and spade to Silencieux's grave. SSESS THE SOULS OF MEN HE WENT AND STOOD BY SELA'S GRAVE IT WAS JUST AS HE HAD LEFT IT ONLY AN EARLY YELLOW BUTTERFLY STOOD FANNING ITSELF ON THE FRESHLY TURNED EARTH WAS IT THE SOUL OF SELA CURSING HIMSELF FOR A MADMAN HE TURNED AWAY BUT HAD NOT GONE MANY YARDS WHEN ONCE MORE THERE WAS THAT SUDDEN STRAIN OF MUSIC AND THE WORD RHSARGAM SOMEWHERE ON THE WIND THIS TIME HE KNEW HE WAS NOT MISTAKEN BUT TO BELIEVE IT TRUE O GOD HE MUST NOT BELIEVE IT TRUE REALITY OR FANCY IT WAS AN EVIL THING WHICH HE HAD CAST OUT OF HIS LIFE AND HE CLOSED HIS EARS AND FLED YET THOUGH HE LOYALLY STROVE TO QUENCH THAT MUSIC IN THE SOUND OF BEATRICE'S VOICE DEEP IN HIS HEART HE KNEW THAT THE NIGHT WOULD COME WHEN HE WOULD TAKE HIS LANTERN AND SPADE WEARILY AS ONE WHO AT LENGTH AFTER HOPELESS STRIVING OBEYS ONCE MORE SOME IMPERIOUS WEAKNESS AND LOOK ON THE FACE OF SELA TOO SURELY THAT NIGHT CAME AND AS IN A DREAM ANTONY FOUND HIMSELF IN THE DARK SPRING NIGHT HASTENING WITH A LANTERN AND SPADE TO SELAGO'S GRAVE
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