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At that moment Antony's touch had been a little too forcible, the image hung poised for a moment and then began to fall in the direction of Beatrice. "Oh, she is falling," she almost screamed, as Antony saved the cast from the floor. "For God's sake, stop!" AT THAT MOMENT ANTONY'S TOUCH HAD BEEN A LITTLE TOO FORCIBLE THE IMAGE HUNG POISED FOR A MOMENT AND THEN BEGAN TO FALL IN THE DIRECTION OF BEATRICE OH SHE IS FALLING SHE ALMOST SCREAMED AS ANTONY SAVED THE CAST FROM THE FLOOR FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP
lways your cry. I can only think of the terror, the human anguish. Poor girl—" and she turned again to the image as it lay upon the table,—"see how the hair lies moulded round her ears with the water, and how her eyelashes stick to her cheek—Poor girl." "But see how happy she looks. Why should we pity one who can smile like that? See how peaceful she looks;" and with a sudden whim, Antony took the image and set it lying back on a soft cushion in a corner of the couch, at the same time throwing round its neck his black cloak, which he had cast off as he came in. The image nestled into the cushion as though it had veritably been a living woman weary for sleep, and softly smiling that it was near at last. So comfortable she seemed, you could have sworn she breathed. Antony lifted her head once or twice with his fingers, to delight himself with seeing her sink back luxuriously once more. Beatrice grew more and more white. "Antony, please stop. I cannot bear it. She looks so terribly alive. TY BEAUTY OH ANTONY THAT IS ALWAYS YOUR CRY I CAN ONLY THINK OF THE TERROR THE HUMAN ANGUISH POOR GIRL AND SHE TURNED AGAIN TO THE IMAGE AS IT LAY UPON THE TABLE SEE HOW THE HAIR LIES MOULDED ROUND HER EARS WITH THE WATER AND HOW HER EYELASHES STICK TO HER CHEEK POOR GIRL BUT SEE HOW HAPPY SHE LOOKS WHY SHOULD WE PITY ONE WHO CAN SMILE LIKE THAT SEE HOW PEACEFUL SHE LOOKS AND WITH A SUDDEN WHIM ANTONY TOOK THE IMAGE AND SET IT LYING BACK ON A SOFT CUSHION IN THE CORNER OF THE COUCH AT THE SAME TIME THROWING ROUND ITS NECK HIS BLACK CLOAK WHICH HE HAD CAST OFF AS HE CAME IN THE IMAGE NESTLED INTO THE CUSHION AS THOUGH IT HAD VERITABLY BEEN A LIVING WOMAN WEARY FOR SLEEP AND SOFTLY SMILING THAT IT WAS NEAR AT LAST SO COMFORTABLE SHE SEEMED YOU COULD HAVE SWORN SHE BREATHED ANTONY LIFTED HER HEAD ONCE OR TWICE WITH HIS FINGERS TO DELIGHT HIMSELF WITH SEEING HER SINK BACK LUXURIOUSLY ONCE MORE BEATRICE GREW MORE AND MORE WHITE ANTONY PLEASE STOP I CANNOT BEAR IT SHE LOOKS SO TERRIBLY ALIVE
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