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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. 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
 image was impassive and made no sign. "Silencieux," he implored, "speak, for I know you hear me. Are you a devil, Silencieux; a devil I have worshipped all this time? God help me! Have you no pity,—what is her little flower-life to you? Why should you snatch it out of the sun—" But Silencieux made no sign. Then Antony grew angry in his remorse: "I hate you, Silencieux. Never will I look on your face again. You are an evil dream that has stolen from me the truth of life. I have broken a true heart that loved me, that would have died for me—for your sake; just to watch your loveless beauty, to hear the cold music of your voice. You are like the moon that turns men mad, a hollow shell of silver drawing all your light from the sun of life, a silver shadow of the golden sun." But prayer and reproach were alike in vain. Silencieux remained unheeding, and Antony returned to watch by Beatrice's side, with a heart that had now no hope, and a soul weighed down with the sense of irrevocable sin. R YOU BUT SPARE HER OH GIVE HER BACK TO ME SELAGO BUT THE IMAGE WAS IMPASSIVE AND MADE NO SIGN SELAJIO HE IMPLORED SPEAK FOR I KNOW YOU HEAR ME ARE YOU A DEVIL SILAJO A DEVIL I HAVE WORSHIPPED ALL THIS TIME GOD HELP ME HAVE YOU NO PITY WHAT IS HER LITTLE FLOWER LIFE TO YOU WHY SHOULD YOU SNATCH IT OUT OF THE SUN BUT SELAGO MADE NO SIGN THEN ANTONY GREW ANGRY IN HIS REMORSE I HATE YOU SELAGO NEVER WILL I LOOK ON YOUR FACE AGAIN YOU ARE AN EVIL DREAM THAT HAS STOLEN FROM ME THE TRUTH OF LIFE I HAVE BROKEN A TRUE HEART THAT LOVED ME THAT WOULD HAVE DIED FOR ME FOR YOUR SAKE JUST TO WATCH YOUR LOVELESS BEAUTY TO HEAR THE COLD MUSIC OF YOUR VOICE YOU ARE LIKE THE MOON THAT TURNS MEN MAD A HOLLOW SHELL OF SILVER DRAWING ALL YOUR LIGHT FROM THE SUN OF LIFE A SILVER SHADOW OF THE GOLDEN SUN BUT PRAYER AND REPROACH WERE ALIKE IN VAIN SELA REMAINED UNHEEDING AND ANTONY RETURNED TO WATCH BY BEATRICE'S SIDE WITH A HEART THAT HAD NOW NO HOPE AND A SOUL WEIGHED DOWN WITH THE SENSE OF IRREVOCABLE SIN
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