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The châlet stood on a little clearing, in a little circle of pines. From it the ground sloped down towards the valley, and at some distance beneath smoke curled from a house lost amid clouds of foliage, the abounding green life of this damp and brooding hollow. THE CHALET STOOD ON A LITTLE CLEARING IN A LITTLE CIRCLE OF PINES FROM THE GROUND IT SLOPED DOWN TOWARDS THE VALLEY AND AT SOME DISTANCE BENEATH SMOKE CURLED FROM A HOUSE LOST AMID CLOUDS OF FOLIAGE THE ABOUNDING GREEN LIFE OF THIS DAMP AND BROODING HOLLOW
nce as you looked at them, sleepy as death—loved them with the passion of a Japanese artist who delights to carve them on quaint nuggets of metal. Perhaps it was that they were so like words—words to which he had given all the love and worship of his life. Surely he had loved Silencieux[1] more since he had found for her that beautiful name. He held the beetle in his hand a long while, loving it. Then he said to himself, with a smile in which was the delight of a success: "A vase-shaped beetle with deer's horns." The phrase delighted him. He set the insect down on the path, tenderly. He had done with it. He had carved it in seven words. The little model might now touch its delicate way among the ferns at peace. "A vase-shaped beetle with deer's horns," he repeated as he walked on, and then the gathering gloom of the wood suggested an addition: "And some day I shall find in the wood that moth of which I have dreamed since childhood—the dark moth with the face of death between his wings. THAT FILLED THE WORLD WITH SILENCE AS YOU LOOKED AT THEM SLEEPY AS DEATH LOVED THEM WITH THE PASSION OF A JAPANESE ARTIST WHO DELIGHTS TO CARVE THEM ON QUAINT NUGGETS OF METAL PERHAPS IT WAS THAT THEY WERE SO LIKE WORDS WORDS TO WHICH HE HAD GIVEN ALL THE LOVE AND WORSHIP OF HIS LIFE SURELY HE HAD LOVED SAINT JEAN MORE SINCE HE HAD FOUND FOR HER THAT BEAUTIFUL NAME HE HELD THE BEETLE IN HIS HAND A LONG WHILE LOVING IT THEN HE SAID TO HIMSELF WITH A SMILE IN WHICH WAS THE DELIGHT OF A SUCCESS OF A SHAPED BEETLE WITH DEER'S HORNS THE PHRASE DELIGHTED HIM HE SET THE INSECT DOWN ON THE PATH TENDERLY HE HAD DONE WITH IT HE HAD CARVED IT IN SEVEN WORDS THE LITTLE MOTTO MIGHT NOW TOUCH ITS DELICATE WAY AMONG THE FERNS AT PEACE A VASE SHAPED BEETLE WITH DEER'S HORNS HE REPEATED AS HE WALKED ON AND THEN THE GATHERING GLOOM OF THE WOOD SUGGESTED AN ADDITION AND SOME DAY I SHALL FIND IN THE WOOD THAT MOTH OF WHICH I HAVE DREAMED SINCE CHILDHOOD THE DARK MOTH WITH A FACE OF DEATH BETWEEN HIS WINGS
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