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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. 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
 hope, and a soul weighed down with the sense of irrevocable sin. There lay the little life he had murdered, delivered up to the Moloch of Art. No sorrow, no agonies, were now of any avail for ever. Little Wonder would surely die, and all the old lost opportunities of loving her could never return. He had loved the shadow. This was a part of 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. HEART THAT HAD NOW NO HOPE AND A SOUL WEIGHED DOWN WITH THE SENSE OF IRREVOCABLE SIN THERE LAY THE LITTLE LIFE HE HAD MURDERED DELIVERED UP TO THE MOLOCH OF ART NO SORROW NO AGONIES WERE NOW OF ANY AVAIL FOREVER LITTLE WONDER WOULD SURELY DIE AND ALL THE OLD LOST OPPORTUNITIES OF LOVING HER COULD NEVER RETURN HE HAD LOVED THE SHADOW 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
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