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"It is done," said Antony to Beatrice. "But I could not break her, she looked so like you; so I buried her in the wood." IT IS DONE ANTONY SAID TO BEATRICE BUT I COULD NOT BREAK HER SHE LOOKED SO LIKE YOU SO I BURIED HER IN THE WOOD
 Crudely to smash features so like hers seemed a sort of mimic murder. So he still hesitated. Was there no other way? Then the thought came to him: "Bury her." It pleased him. Yes, he would bury her. So, having found a spade, he took her from the wall, and looked from his door into the wood, pondering where her grave should be. A whitebeam at a little distance made a vivid conflagration of green amid the sombre boles of the pines. Pinewoods rely on their undergrowth—bracken and whortleberry and occasional bushes—for their spring illuminations, and the whitebeam shone as bright in that wood as a lamp in the dark. "I will bury her beneath the whitebeam," said Antony, and he carried her thither. Soon the grave was dug amid the pushing fronds of the young ferns, and taking one long look at her, Antony laid her in the earth, and covered her up from sight. Was it only fancy that as he turned away a faint music seemed to arise from the ground, forming into the word "Resurgam" as it died away? O BEATRICE TOOK HIM AGAIN CRUDELY TO SMASH FEATURES SO LIKE HERS SEEMED A SORT OF MIMIC MURDER SO HE STILL HESITATED WAS THERE NO OTHER WAY THEN THE THOUGHT CAME TO HIM BURY HER IT PLEASED HIM YES HE WOULD BURY HER SO HAVING FOUND A SPADE HE TOOK HER FROM THE WALL AND LOOKED FROM HIS DOOR INTO THE WOOD PONDERING WHERE HER GRAVE SHOULD BE A WHITE BEAM AT A LITTLE DISTANCE MADE A VIVID CONFLAGRATION OF GREEN AMID THE SOMBRE BOLES OF THE PINES PINE WOODS RELY ON THEIR UNDERGROWTH BRACKEN AND WHORTLEBERRY AND OCCASIONAL BUSHES FOR THEIR SPRING ILLUMINATIONS AND THE WHITE BEAMS SHONE AS BRIGHT IN THAT WOOD AS A LAMP IN THE DARK I WILL BURY HER BENEATH THE WHITE BEAM SAID ANTHONY AND HE CARRIED HER THITHER SOON THE GRAVE WAS DUG AMID THE PUSHING FRONDS OF THE YOUNG FERNS AND TAKING ONE LONG LOOK AT HER ANTONY LAID HER IN THE EARTH AND COVERED HER UP FROM SIGHT WAS IT ONLY FANCY THAT AS HE TURNED AWAY A FAINT MUSIC SEEMED TO ARISE FROM THE GROUND FORMING INTO THE WORD RESURGAM AS IT DIED AWAY
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