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To look at Beatrice one might indeed believe in God—and yet was it not Beatrice who had made God in her own image? TO LOOK AT BEATRICE ONE MIGHT INDEED BELIEVE IN GOD AND YET WAS IT NOT BEATRICE WHO HAD MADE GOD IN HER OWN IMAGE
red to hope that perhaps Wonder, as she was the symbol of our coming together, was taken away just at this time because we were being drawn apart. Perhaps it was to save our love that little Wonder died—" Antony looked at Beatrice; half as one looks at a child, and half as one might look at an angel. "Beatrice," he said tenderly, "you believe in God." "All women believe in God," answered Beatrice. "Yes," said Antony musingly, and with no thought of irony, "it is that which makes you women." CHAPTER XVII ANTONY ALONE ON THE HILLS But although Beatrice might forgive Antony, from himself came no forgiveness. He hid his remorse from her, sparing the mother-wound in her heart—but always when he was walking alone he kept saying to himself: "I have lost our little Wonder. I killed our little Wonder." One day he climbed up the highest hill within reach, and there leaned into the enormous silence, that he might cry it aloud for God to hear— God!—poor little Beatrice, what God was there to hear! HT I HAVE DARED TO HOPE THAT PERHAPS WONDER AS SHE WAS THE SYMBOL OF OUR COMING TOGETHER WAS TAKEN AWAY JUST AT THIS TIME BECAUSE WE WERE BEING DRAWN APART PERHAPS IT WAS TO SAVE OUR LOVE THAT LITTLE WONDER DIED ANTONY LOOKED AT BEATRICE HALF AS ONE LOOKS AT A CHILD AND HALF AS ONE MIGHT LOOK AT AN ANGEL BEATRICE HE SAID TENDERLY YOU BELIEVE IN GOD ALL WOMEN BELIEVE IN GOD ANSWERED BEATRICE YES SAID ANTHONY MUSINGLY AND WITH NO THOUGHT OF IRONY IT IS THAT WHICH MAKES YOU WOMEN END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ANTONY ALONE ON THE HILLS BUT ALTHOUGH BEATRICE MIGHT FORGIVE ANTONY FROM HIMSELF CAME NO FORGIVENESS HE HID HIS REMORSE FROM HER SPARING THE MOTHER WOUND IN HER HEART BUT ALWAYS WHEN HE WAS WALKING ALONE HE KEPT SAYING TO HIMSELF I HAVE LOST OUR LITTLE WONDER I KILLED OUR LITTLE WONDER ONE DAY HE CLIMBED UP THE HIGHEST HILL WITHIN REACH AND THERE LEANED INTO THE ENORMOUS SILENCE THAT HE MIGHT CRY IT ALOUD FOR GOD TO HEAR GOD POOR LITTLE BEATRICE WHAT GOD WAS THERE TO HEAR
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