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Near where she walked, stood, in the midst of a small meadow overgrown with nettles, the blackened ruin of a cottage long since destroyed by fire. NEAR WHERE SHE WALKED STOOD IN THE MIDST OF A SMALL MEADOW OVERGROWN WITH NETTLES THE BLACKENED RUINED OF A COTTAGE LONG SINCE DESTROYED BY FIRE
cieux! How frail is our happiness, how suddenly it can die! One moment it seems built for eternity, marble-based and glittering with towers,—the next, where it stood is lonely grass and dew, not a stone left. Ah, yes, how happy they had been; and then Antony by a heartless chance had seen Silencieux, and in an instant their happiness had been at an end for ever. Only a glance of the eyes and love is born, only a glance of the eyes, and alas! love must die. A glance of the eyes and all the old kindness is gone, a glance of the eyes, and from the face you love the look you seek has died out for everlasting. "O Antony! Antony!" moaned Beatrice, as she wandered alone in those dank autumn lanes, "if you would only come back to me for one short day, come back with the old look on your face, be to me for a little while as you once were, I think I could gladly die—" Die! A tattered flower caught her glance, shaking chilly in the damp wind, and once more she heard the whisper, "Death is coming! HAPPY THEY HAD BEEN BEFORE THE COMING OF SALAJO HOW FRAIL IS OUR HAPPINESS HOW SUDDENLY IT CAN DIE ONE MOMENT IT SEEMS BUILT FOR ETERNITY MARBLE BASED AND GLITTERING WITH TOWERS THE NEXT WHERE IT STOOD IS LONELY GRASS AND DEW NOT A STONE LEFT AH YE HOW HAPPY THEY HAD BEEN AND THEN ANTONY BY A HEARTLESS CHANCE HAD SEEN SELAGO AND IN AN INSTANT THEIR HAPPINESS HAD BEEN AT AN END FOR EVER ONLY A GLANCE OF THE EYES AND LOVE IS BORN ONLY A GLANCE OF THE EYES AND ALAS LOVE MUST DIE A GLANCE OF THE EYES AND ALL THE OLD KINDNESS IS GONE A GLANCE OF THE EYES AND FROM THE FACE YOU LOVE THE LOOK YOU SEEK HAS DIED OUT FOR EVERLASTING OH ANTONY ANTONY MOANED BEATRICE AS SHE WANDERED ALONE IN THOSE DANK AUTUMN LANES IF YOU WOULD ONLY COME BACK TO ME FOR ONE SHORT DAY COME BACK WITH THE OLD LOOK ON YOUR FACE BE TO ME FOR A LITTLE WHILE AS YOU ONCE WERE I THINK I COULD GLADLY DIE DIE A TATTERED FLOWER CAUGHT HER GLANCE SHAKING CHILLY IN THE DAMP WIND AND ONCE MORE SHE HEARD THE WHISPER DEATH IS COMING
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