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"What a strange and terrible dream it has been—but thank God, we are out in the daylight at last," said Antony. WHAT A STRANGE AND TERRIBLE DREAM IT HAS BEEN BUT THANK GOD WE ARE OUT IN THE DAYLIGHT AT LAST SAID ANTHONY
ith unconscious attraction around the mystery of Art. Was it some far-travelled sea-wind bringing faint strains from that sunken harp, strains too subtle for the ear, and even unrecognised by the mind? CHAPTER XIX LAST TALK ON THE HILLS Beatrice's prayer had been answered. Antony had come back to her. She was necessary to him once more. The old look was in his eyes, the old sound in his voice. One day as they were out together she was so conscious of this happiness returned that she could not forbear speaking of it—with an inner feeling that it was better to be happy in silence. What is that instinct in us which tells us that we risk our happiness in speaking of it? Happiness is such a frightened thing that it flies at the sound of its own name. And yet of what shall we speak if not our happiness? Of our sorrows we can keep silence, but our joys we long to utter. So Beatrice spoke of her great happiness to Antony, and told him too of her old great unhappiness and her longing for death. OUS ATTRACTION AROUND THE MYSTERY OF ART WAS IT SOME FAR TRAVELLED SEA WIND BRINGING FAINT STRAINS FROM THAT SUNKEN HARP STRAINS TOO SUBTLE FOR THE EAR AND EVEN UNRECOGNIZED BY THE MIND END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN LAST TALK ON THE HILLS BEATRICE'S PRAYER HAD BEEN ANSWERED ANTONY HAD COME BACK TO HER SHE WAS NECESSARY TO HIM ONCE MORE THE OLD LOOK WAS IN HIS EYES THE OLD SOUND IN HIS VOICE ONE DAY AS THEY WERE OUT TOGETHER SHE WAS SO CONSCIOUS OF THIS HAPPINESS RETURNED THAT SHE COULD NOT FORBEAR SPEAKING OF IT WITH AN INNER FEELING THAT IT WAS BETTER TO BE HAPPY IN SILENCE WHAT IS THAT INSTINCT IN US WHICH TELLS US THAT WE RISK OUR HAPPINESS IN SPEAKING OF IT HAPPINESS IS SUCH A FRIGHTENED THING THAT IT FLIES AT THE SOUND OF ITS OWN NAME AND YET OF WHAT SHALL WE SPEAK IF NOT OUR HAPPINESS OF OUR SORROWS WE CAN KEEP SILENCE BUT OUR JOYS WE LONG TO UTTER SO BEATRICE SPOKE OF HER GREAT HAPPINESS TO ANTONY AND TOLD HIM TOO OF HER OLD GREAT UNHAPPINESS AND HER LONGING FOR DEATH
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