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So Antony had found the heart of a father when no longer he had a child. SO ANTHONY HAD FOUND THE HEART OF A FATHER WHEN NO LONGER HE HAD A CHILD
rds—"only words"—he had sacrificed that wonderful living thing, a child. For words he had missed that magical intercourse, the intercourse with the mind of a child. How often had she come to him for a story, and he had been dull and preoccupied—with words; how often asked him to take her a walk up the lane, but he had been too busy—with words! O God, if only she might come and ask again. Now when she was so far away his fancy teemed with stories. Every roadside flower had its fairy-tale which cried, "Tell me to little Wonder"—and once he tried to make believe to himself that Wonder was holding his hand, and looking up into his face with her big grave eyes, as he told some child's nonsense to the eternal hills. He broke off—half in anger with himself. Was he changing one illusion for another? "Fool, no one hears you," and he threw himself face down in the grass and sobbed. But a gentle hand was laid upon his shoulder and Beatrice's voice said,— "I heard you, Antony—and loved you for it. THAT MEMORY TORE HIM YES FOR WORDS ONLY WORDS HE HAD SACRIFICED THAT WONDERFUL LIVING THING A CHILD FOR WORDS HE HAD MISSED THAT MAGICAL INTERCOURSE THE INTERCOURSE WITH THE MIND OF A CHILD HOW OFTEN SHE HAD COME TO HIM FOR A STORY AND HE HAD BEEN DULL AND PREOCCUPIED WITH WORDS HOW OFTEN ASKED HIM TO TAKE HER A WALK UP THE LANE BUT HE HAD BEEN TOO BUSY WITH WORDS O GOD IF ONLY SHE MIGHT COME AND ASK AGAIN NOW WHEN SHE WAS SO FAR AWAY HIS FANCY TEEMED WITH STORIES EVERY ROADSIDE FLOWER HAD ITS FAIRY TALE WHICH CRIED TELL ME TO LITTLE WONDER AND ONCE HE TRIED TO MAKE BELIEVE TO HIMSELF THAT WONDER WAS HOLDING HIS HAND AND LOOKING UP INTO HIS FACE WITH HER BIG GRAVE EYES AS HE TOLD SOME CHILD'S NONSENSE TO THE ETERNAL HEELS HE BROKE OFF HALF IN ANGER WITH HIMSELF WAS HE CHANGING ONE ILLUSION FOR ANOTHER FOOL NO ONE HEARS YOU AND HE THREW HIMSELF FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS AND SOBBED BUT A GENTLE HAND WAS LAID UPON HIS SHOULDER AND BEATRICE'S VOICE SAID I HEARD YOU ANTONY AND LOVED YOU FOR IT
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