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High over a lake of ethereal silver welling up out of space, hung the morning star, shining as though its heart would break, bright as a tear that must slip down the face of heaven and fall amid the grass. HIGH OVER A LAKE OF ETHEREAL SILVER WELLING UP OUT OF SPACE HUNG THE MORNING STAR SHINING AS THOUGH ITS HEART WOULD BREAK BRIGHT AS A TEAR THAT MUST SLIP DOWN THE FACE OF HEAVEN AND FALL AMID THE GRASS
ct, until—" "Until when?" "Until, Antony,"—and Silencieux lowered her voice to an awful whisper,—"until you have made for me the human sacrifice." "The human sacrifice!" "Yes, Antony,—all my lovers have done that for me. They were not really mine till then. Some have brought me many such offerings. Antony, when will you bring me the human sacrifice?" "O Silencieux!" Antony's heart chilled with terror at Silencieux's words. It was against this that the voices had warned him as he came up the wood. O that he had never seen Silencieux more, never heard her poisonous voice again! As one fleeing before the shadow of uncommitted sin that gains upon him at each stride, Antony fled from the place, and sought the moors. The moon was near its setting, and soon the dawn would throw open the eastern doors of the sky. He walked on and on, waiting, praying for, stifling for the light; and, at last, with a freshening of the air, and faint sounds of returning consciousness from distant farms, it came. INE THERE MUST ALWAYS BE SOMETHING WITHHELD IT WILL NEVER BE PERFECT UNTIL UNTIL WHEN UNTIL ANTONY AND SELAGO LOWERED HER VOICE TO AN AWFUL WHISPER UNTIL YOU HAVE MADE FOR ME THE HUMAN SACRIFICE THE HUMAN SACRIFICE YES ANTONY ALL MY LOVERS HAVE DONE THAT FOR ME THEY WERE REALLY NOT MINE TEARS IN SOME HAVE BROUGHT ME MANY SUCH OFFERINGS ANTONY WHEN WILL YOU BRING ME THE HUMAN SACRIFICE OH SELA ANTONY'S HEART CHILLED WITH TERROR AT SELA'S WORDS IT WAS AGAINST THIS THAT THE VOICES HAD WARNED HIM AS HE CAME UP THE WOOD OH THAT HE HAD NEVER SEEN SELA MORE NEVER HEARD HER POISONOUS VOICE AGAIN AS ONE FLEEING BEFORE THE SHADOW OF UNCOMMITTED SIN THAT GAINS UPON HIM AT EACH STRIDE ANTONY FLED FROM THE PLACE AND SOUGHT THE MOORS THE MOON WAS NEAR ITS SETTING AND SOON THE DAWN WOULD THROW OPEN THE EASTERN DOORS OF THE SKY HE WALKED ON AND ON WAITING PRAYING FOR STIFLING FOR THE LIGHT AND AT LAST WITH THE FRESHENING OF THE AIR AND FAINT SOUNDS OF RETURNING CONSCIOUSNESS FROM DISTANT FARMS IT CAME
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