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The old look was in his eyes, the old sound in his voice. One day as they were out together she was so conscious of this happiness returned that she could not forbear speaking of it—with an inner feeling that it was better to be happy in silence. THE OLD LOOK WAS IN HIS EYES THE OLD SOUND IN HIS VOICE ONE DAY AS THEY WERE OUT TOGETHER SHE WAS SO CONSCIOUS OF THIS HAPPINESS RETURNED THAT SHE COULD NOT FORBEAR SPEAKING OF IT WITH AN INNER FEELING THAT IT WAS BETTER TO BE HAPPY IN SILENCE
iritual pestilence as surely as some men breathe it—" "Do you remember," continued Antony with a smile, which died as he realised he was committed to an allusion best forgotten, "that old twisted tree that stood on the moor near our wood? I often wonder what mysterious sin he had committed—" "Yes," laughed Beatrice, "he looked a terribly depraved old tree, I must admit—but don't you think that when we have arrived at the discussion of the mysterious sins of trees it is time to start home?" "Yes, indeed," said Antony gaily, "let us change the subject to the vices of flowers." From which conversation it will be seen that Antony's mind was still revolving with unconscious attraction around the mystery of Art. Was it some far-travelled sea-wind bringing faint strains from that sunken harp, strains too subtle for the ear, and even unrecognised by the mind? CHAPTER XIX LAST TALK ON THE HILLS Beatrice's prayer had been answered. Antony had come back to her. She was necessary to him once more. G SPIRITUAL PESTILENCE AS SURELY AS SOME MEN BREATHE IT DO YOU REMEMBER CONTINUED ANTONY WITH A SMILE WHICH DIED AS HE REALIZED HE WAS COMMITTED TO AN ILLUSION BEST FORGOTTEN THAT OLD TWISTED TREE THAT STOOD ON THE MOOR NEAR OUR WOOD I OFTEN WONDER WHAT MYSTERIOUS SIN HE HAD COMMITTED YES LAUGHED BEATRICE HE LOOKED A TERRIBLY DEPRAVED OLD TREE I MUST ADMIT BUT DON'T YOU THINK THAT WHEN WE HAVE ARRIVED AT THE DISCUSSION OF THE MYSTERIOUS SINS OF TREES IT IS TIME TO START HOME YES INDEED SAID ANTHONY GAILY LET US CHANGE THE SUBJECT TO THE VICES OF FLOWERS FROM WHICH CONVERSATION IT WILL BE SEEN THAT ANTONY'S MIND WAS STILL REVOLVING WITH UNCONSCIOUS ATTRACTION AROUND THE MYSTERY OF ART WAS IT SOME FAR TRAVELLED SEA WIND BRINGING FAINT STRAINS FROM THAT SUNKEN HARP STRAINS TOO SUBTLE FOR THE EAR AND EVEN UNRECOGNIZED BY THE MIND END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN LAST TALK ON THE HILLS BEATRICE'S PRAYER HAD BEEN ANSWERED ANTONY HAD COME BACK TO HER SHE WAS NECESSARY TO HIM ONCE MORE
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