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Antony might think she had gone away, or he might drag the three black ponds, but here it was unlikely any one would come. And in a little while—a very little while—Antony would forget, or sometimes make himself happy with his unhappiness. Ah! ANTONY MIGHT THINK SHE HAD GONE AWAY OR HE MIGHT DRAG THE THREE BLACK PONDS BUT HERE IT WAS UNLIKELY ANY ONE WOULD COME AND IN A LITTLE WHILE A VERY LITTLE WHILE ANTONY WOULD FORGET OR SOMETIMES MAKE HIMSELF HAPPY WITH HIS UNHAPPINESS AH
ance of the eyes, and from the face you love the look you seek has died out for everlasting. "O Antony! Antony!" moaned Beatrice, as she wandered alone in those dank autumn lanes, "if you would only come back to me for one short day, come back with the old look on your face, be to me for a little while as you once were, I think I could gladly die—" Die! A tattered flower caught her glance, shaking chilly in the damp wind, and once more she heard the whisper, "Death is coming!" Near where she walked, stood, in the midst of a small meadow overgrown with nettles, the blackened ruin of a cottage long since destroyed by fire. On the edge of the little sandy lane, perilously near the feet of the passer-by, was its forgotten well, the mouth choked with weeds and briers. In her absorption Beatrice had almost walked into it. Now she parted the bushes and looked down. A stone fell as she looked, making a sepulchral echo. What a place to hide one's sorrow in! No one would think of looking there.  D ALL THE OLD KINDNESS IS GONE A GLANCE OF THE EYES AND FROM THE FACE YOU LOVE THE LOOK YOU SEEK HAS DIED OUT FOR EVERLASTING OH ANTONY ANTONY MOANED BEATRICE AS SHE WANDERED ALONE IN THOSE DANK AUTUMN LANES IF YOU WOULD ONLY COME BACK TO ME FOR ONE SHORT DAY COME BACK WITH THE OLD LOOK ON YOUR FACE BE TO ME FOR A LITTLE WHILE AS YOU ONCE WERE I THINK I COULD GLADLY DIE DIE A TATTERED FLOWER CAUGHT HER GLANCE SHAKING CHILLY IN THE DAMP WIND AND ONCE MORE SHE HEARD THE WHISPER DEATH IS COMING NEAR WHERE SHE WALKED STOOD IN THE MIDST OF A SMALL MEADOW OVERGROWN WITH NETTLES THE BLACKENED RUINED OF A COTTAGE LONG SINCE DESTROYED BY FIRE ON THE EDGE OF THE LITTLE SANDY LANE PERILOUSLY NEAR THE FEET OF THE PASSER BY WAS A FORGOTTEN WELL THE MOUTH CHOKED WITH WEEDS AND BRIERS IN HER ABSORPTION BEATRICE HAD ALMOST WALKED INTO IT NOW SHE PARTED THE BUSHES AND LOOKED DOWN A STONE FELL AS SHE LOOKED MAKING A SEPIRICAL ECHO WHAT A PLACE TO HIDE ONE'S SORROW IN NO ONE WOULD THINK OF LOOKING THERE 
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