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He kissed her again. "I love you, Silencieux," he said. And then she spoke. "If you love me, Antony," she said, "if you love me—" "O what, Silencieux?" he cried, his heart growing cold once more. HE KISSED HER AGAIN I LOVE YOU SELA HE SAID AND THEN SHE SPOKE EVE YOU LOVE ME ANTONY SHE SAID EVE YOU LOVE ME OH WHAT SEAGO HE CRIED HIS HEART GROWING COLD ONCE MORE
ingle face, however beautiful, no single human soul, however vast, can absorb it. Silencieux, Beatrice, Wonder, himself, all faded away, in a trance-like sense of a stupendous passion, an august possession. He felt that within him which rose up gigantic from the earth, and towered into eyries of space, from whence that morning star seemed like a dewdrop glittering low down upon the earth. It was the god in him that knew itself for one brief space, a moment's awakening in the sleep of fact. Could a god so great, so awakened, be again the slave of one earthly face? Yes, the greater the god, the greater the slave; and so it was that, falling plumb down from that skyey exaltation, human again with the weakness that follows divine moments, Antony returned from the morning star to Silencieux. Her face was bathed in the delicate early sunlight and looked very pure and gentle, and he kissed her. Surely those terrible words had been an illusion of the dark hours. Silencieux had never said them. SHALL IT FIND LASTING FULFILLMENT OF ITSELF NO SINGLE FACE HOWEVER BEAUTIFUL NO SINGLE HUMAN SOUL HOWEVER VAST CAN ABSORB IT SILAGO BEATRICE WONDER HIMSELF ALL FADED AWAY IN A TRANS LIKE SENSE OF A STUPENDOUS PASSION AN AUGUST POSSESSION HE FELT THAT WITHIN HIM WHICH ROSE UP GIGANTIC FROM THE EARTH AND TOWERED INTO AREAS OF SPACE FROM WHENCE THAT MORNING STAR SEEMED LIKE A DEWDROP GLITTERING LOW DOWN UPON THE EARTH IT WAS THE GOD IN HIM THAT KNEW ITSELF FOR ONE BRIEF SPACE A MOMENT'S AWAKENING IN THE SLEEP OF FACT COULD A GOD SO GREAT SO AWAKENED BE AGAIN THE SLAVE OF ONE EARTHLY FACE YES THE GREATER THE GOD THE GREATER THE SLAVE AND SO IT WAS THAT FALLING PLUM DOWN FROM THAT SKY E EXHALATION HUMAN AGAIN WITH THE WEAKNESS THAT FOLLOWS DIVINE MOMENTS ANTONY RETURNED FROM THE MORNING STAR TO SELAJO HER FACE WAS BATHED IN THE DELICATE EARLY SUNLIGHT AND LOOKED VERY PURE AND GENTLE AND HE KISSED HER SURELY THOSE TERRIBLE WORDS HAD BEEN AN ILLUSION OF THE DARK HOURS SELA HAD NEVER SAID THEM
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