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She seemed to say she was so little a thing to suffer so. Once, however, when Antony had just placed some fresh ice around her head, she 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. SHE SEEMED TO SAY SHE WAS SO LITTLE A THING TO SUFFER SO ONCE HOWEVER WHEN ANTONY HAD JUST PLACED SOME 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
f the price. Day after day the cruel fever consumed Wonder as fire consumes a flower. Her tiny face seemed too small for the visitation of such suffering as burned and hammered behind the high white brow, and yellowed and drew tight the skin upon the cheeks. She had so recently known the strange pain of being born. Already, for so little of life, she was to endure the pain of death. Day after day, hour after hour, Antony hung over her bed, with a devotion and an unconsciousness of fatigue that made Beatrice look at him with astonishment, and sometimes even for a moment forget Wonder in the joy with which she saw him transfigured by simple human love. Now, when it was too late, he had become a father indeed. And it brought some ease to his fiercely tortured heart to notice that it was his ministrations that the dying child seemed to welcome most. For the most part she lay in a semi-conscious state, heeding nothing, and only moaning now and again, a sad little moan, like an injured bird. W THIS WAS A PART OF THE PRICE DAY AFTER DAY THE CRUEL FEVER CONSUMED WONDER AS A FIRE CONSUMES A FLOWER HER TINY FACE SEEMED TOO SMALL FOR THE VISITATION OF SUCH SUFFERING AS BURNED AND HAMMERED BEHIND THE HIGH WHITE BROW AND YELLOWED AND DREW TIGHT THE SKIN UPON THE CHEEKS SHE HAD SO RECENTLY KNOWN THE STRANGE PAIN OF BEING BORN ALREADY FOR SO LITTLE OF LIFE SHE WAS TO ENDURE THE PAIN OF DEATH DAY AFTER DAY HOUR AFTER HOUR ANTHONY HUNG OVER HER BED WITH A DEVOTION AND AN UNCONSCIOUSNESS OF FATIGUE THAT MADE BEATRICE LOOK AT HIM WITH ASTONISHMENT AND SOMETIMES EVEN FOR A MOMENT FORGOT WONDER IN THE JOY WITH WHICH SHE SAW HIM TRANSFIGURED BY SIMPLE HUMAN LOVE NOW WHEN IT WAS TOO LATE HE HAD BECOME A FATHER INDEED AND IT BROUGHT SOME EASE TO HIS FIERCELY TORTURED HEART TO NOTICE THAT IT WAS HIS MINISTRATIONS THAT THE DYING CHILD SEEMED TO WELCOME MOST FOR THE MOST PART SHE LAY IN A SEMI CONSCIOUS STATE HEEDING NOTHING AND ONLY MOANING NOW AND AGAIN A SAD LITTLE MOAN LIKE AN INJURED BIRD
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