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She seemed a fairy romantic thing thus gliding in her yellow silk gown through the darkening pines. And her face was the face of the image, feature for feature. There was on it too the same light, the same smile. SHE SEEMED A FAIRY ROMANTIC THING THUS GLIDING IN HER YELLOW SILK GOWN THROUGH THE DARKENING PINES AND HER FACE WAS THE FACE OF THE IMAGE FEATURE FOR FEATURE THERE WAS ON IT TOO THE SAME LIGHT THE SAME SMILE
r changed and yet was always changing. She looked doubly strange in the evening light, and her smile softened and deepened as the shadows gathered in the room. Antony came and stood in front of her. "Silencieux," he whispered, "I love you, Silencieux. Smiling Silence, I love you. All day long on the moors your smile has stolen like a moonbeam by my side—" As he spoke, from far down the wood came the gentle sound of a woman's voice calling "Antony," and coming nearer as it called. With a shade of impatience, Antony bent nearer to the image and kissed it. "Good-bye, Silencieux," he whispered, "Good-bye, until the rising of the moon." Then he passed out on to the little staircase that led down into the wood, and called back to the approaching voice: "I am coming, Beatrice,"—'Beatrice' being the name of his wife. As he called, a shaft of late sunlight suddenly irradiated the tall slim form of a woman coming up the wood. She wore no hat, and the sun made a misty glory of her pale gold hair. AND JUST CLOSED THEM AGAIN IN TIME IT WAS A FACE THAT NEVER CHANGED AND YET WAS ALWAYS CHANGING SHE LOOKED DOUBLY STRANGE IN THE EVENING LIGHT AND HER SMILE SOFTENED AND DEEPENED AS THE SHADOWS GATHERED IN THE ROOM ANTONY CAME AND STOOD IN FRONT OF HER SILAJO HE WHISPERED I LOVE YOU SILAJO SMILING SILENCE I LOVE YOU ALL DAY LONG ON THE MOISE YOUR SMILE HAS STOLEN LIKE A MOONBEAM BY MY SIDE AS HE SPOKE FROM FAR DOWN THE WOOD CAME THE GENTLE SOUND OF A WOMAN'S VOICE CALLING ANTONY AND COMING NEARER AS IT CALLED WITH A SHADE OF IMPATIENCE ANTONY BIT NEARER TO THE IMAGE AND KISSED IT GOOD BYE SELAGO HE WHISPERED GOOD BYE UNTIL THE RISING OF THE MOON THEN HE PASSED OUT ONTO THE LITTLE STAIRCASE THAT LED DOWN INTO THE WOOD AND CALLED BACK TO THE APPROACHING VOICE I AM COMING BEATRICE BEATRICE BEING THE NAME OF HIS WIFE AS HE CALLED A SHAFT OF LATE SUNLIGHT SUDDENLY IRRADIATED THE TALL SLIM FORM OF A WOMAN COMING UP THE WOOD SHE WORE NO HAT AND THE SUN MADE A MISTY GLORY OF HER PALE GOLD HAIR
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