large/8934/worshipper_image_1410_librivox_64kb_mp3/worshipperimage_01_legallienne_64kb_51
large/8934/worshipper_image_1410_librivox_64kb_mp3/worshipperimage_01_legallienne_64kb
English
8934
The lashes still lay wet upon her cheeks, and when she spoke her lips seemed hardly to move, only to smile with a deeper meaning, an intenser life. THE LASHES STILL LAY WET UPON HER CHEEKS AND WHEN SHE SPOKE HER LIPS SEEMED HARDLY TO MOVE ONLY TO SMILE WITH A DEEPER MEANING AN INTENSER LIFE
mustn't eat them, must I?" "No, dear—they are too beautiful to eat. You must just look at them and love them, like flowers." "But they are not flowers, Daddy. They don't smell like flowers. I would rather have flowers, Daddy." "But there are no flowers till next year. You must learn to love these too, little Wonder; they are more beautiful than flowers." "Oh, no, Daddy, they are not—" "Antony," said Beatrice, "how strange you are! Would you poison her? See, dear," (turning to Wonder) "Daddy is only teasing. Let us throw them away. They are nasty, nasty things. Promise me never to gather them, won't you, Wonder?" "Yes, mother. I don't like them. They frighten me." Antony turned into a by-path with a strange laugh, and was lost to them in the wood. CHAPTER VII THE LOVERS OF SILENCIEUX Silencieux often spoke to Antony now. Sometimes a sudden, startling word when he was writing late at night; sometimes long tender talks; once a terrible whisper. But all this time she never opened her eyes. AND PUT THEM INTO THE FRESH SMALL HANDS BUT DADDY I MUSTN'T EAT THEM MUST I NO DEAR THEY ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL TO EAT YOU MUST JUST LOOK AT THEM AND LOVE THEM LIKE FLOWERS BUT THEY ARE NOT FLOWERS DADDY THEY DON'T SMELL LIKE FLOWERS I WOULD RATHER HAVE FLOWERS DADDY BUT THERE ARE NO FLOWERS TILL NEXT YEAR YOU MUST LEARN TO LOVE THESE TOO LITTLE WONDER THEY ARE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN FLOWERS OH NO DADDY THEY ARE NOT ANTONY SAID BEATRICE HOW STRANGE YOU ARE WOULD YOU POISON HER SEE DEAR TURNING TO WONDER DADDY IS ONLY TEASING LET US THROW THEM AWAY THEY ARE NASTY NASTY THINGS PROMISE ME NEVER TO GATHER THEM WON'T YOU WONDER YES MOTHER I DON'T LIKE THEM THEY FRIGHTEN ME ANTONY TURNED INTO A BY PATH WITH A STRANGE LAUGH AND WAS LOST TO THEM IN THE WOOD END OF CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN THE LOVERS OF SELAJO SELA OFTEN SPOKE TO ANTONY NOW SOMETIMES A SUDDEN STARTLING WORD WHEN HE WAS WRITING LATE AT NIGHT SOMETIMES LONG TENDER TALKS ONCE A TERRIBLE WHISPER BUT ALL THIS TIME SHE NEVER OPENED HER EYES
large/8934/worshipper_image_1410_librivox_64kb_mp3/worshipperimage_01_legallienne_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/8934/worshipper_image_1410_librivox_64kb_mp3/worshipperimage_01_legallienne_64kb.flac