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When Beatrice returned to the room Wonder was sleeping peacefully again, but at the chill hour when watchers blow out the night lights, and a dreary greyness comes like a fog through the curtains, Antony and Beatrice fell into each other's arms in anguish, for Wonder was WHEN BEATRICE RETURNED TO THE ROOM WONDER WAS SLEEPING PEACEFULLY AGAIN BUT AT THE CHILL HOUR WHEN WATCHERS BLOW OUT THE NIGHT LIGHTS AND A DREARY GREYNESS COMES LIKE A FOG THROUGH THE CURTAINS ANTONY AND BEATRICE FELL INTO EACH OTHER'S ARMS IN ANGUISH FOR WONDER WAS DEAD END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN END OF SECTION TWO
opened her eyes and said, "Dear little Daddy," and the light on Antony's face—poor victim of perverse instincts that too often drew his really fine nature awry—was sanctifying to see. As terrible was the look of torture that came over his face, one night near the end, when Wonder in a sudden nightmare of delirium had seized his hand and cried:— "O Daddy, the white lady! See her there at the end of the bed. She is smiling, Daddy—" Then lower, "You will not make me kiss her any more, will you, Daddy?"— Beatrice had gone to snatch an hour or two's sleep, so she never heard this, and it was no mere cowardly consolation for Antony to think afterwards that no one but he and his little child had known of that fatal afternoon in the wood. The dead understand all,—yes, even the dead we have murdered. But the living can never be told a secret such as that which Antony and his little daughter, whose soul was really grown up, though she spoke still in baby language, shared immortally between them. ME FRESH ICE AROUND HER HEAD SHE OPENED HER EYES AND SAID DEAR LITTLE DADDY AND THE LIGHT ON ANTHONY'S FACE POOR VICTIM OF PERVERSE INSTINCTS THAT TOO OFTEN DREW HIS REALLY FINE NATURE AWRY WAS SANCTIFYING TO SEE AS TERRIBLE WAS THE LOOK OF TORTURE THAT CAME OVER HIS FACE ONE NIGHT NEAR THE INN WHEN WONDER IN A SUDDEN NIGHTMARE OF DELIRIUM HAD SEIZED HIS HAND AND CRIED OH DADDY THE WHITE LADY SEE HER THERE AT THE END OF THE BED SHE IS SMILING DADDY THEN LOWER YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME KISS HER ANY MORE WILL YOU DADDY BEATRICE HAD GONE TO SNATCH AN HOUR OR TWO SLEEP SO SHE NEVER HEARD THIS AND IT WAS NO MERE COWARDLY CONSOLATION FOR ANTONY TO THINK AFTERWARDS THAT NO ONE BUT HE AND HIS LITTLE CHILD HAD KNOWN OF THAT FATAL AFTERNOON IN THE WOOD THE DEAD UNDERSTAND ALL YES EVEN THE DEAD WE HAVE MURDERED BUT THE LIVING CAN NEVER BE TOLD A SECRET SUCH AS THAT WHICH ANTONY AND HIS LITTLE DAUGHTER WHOSE SOUL WAS REALLY GROWN UP THOUGH SHE SPOKE STILL IN BABY LANGUAGE SHARED IMMORTALLY BETWEEN THEM
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