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The earth that held least of her—to that earth they would go; the earth that rose nearest to heaven. Beauty indeed should be theirs—the Beauty of Nature and Love; no more the vampire's beauty of Art. THE EARTH THAT HAD HELD LEAST OF HER TO THAT EARTH THEY WOULD GO THE EARTH THAT ROSE NEAREST TO HEAVEN BEAUTY INDEED SHOULD BE THEIRS THE BEAUTY OF NATURE AND LOVE NO MORE THE VAMPIRES BEAUTY OF ART
ave it for ever. They had no heart now for more than just to fly from that haunted place, and before night fell in the valley they were already far away. In vain Silencieux listened for the sound of her lover's step in the wood, for he had vowed that he would never look upon her face again. CHAPTER XVI THE FIRST TALK ON THE HILLS Antony took Beatrice to the high hills where all the year long the sun and the snow shine together. He was afraid of the sea, for the sea was Silencieux's for ever. In its depths lay a magic harp which filled all its waves with music—music lovely and accursed, the voice of Silencieux. That he must never hear again. He would pile the hills against his ears. Inland and upland, he and Beatrice should go, ever closer to the kind heart of the land, ever nearer to the forgetful silences of the sky, till huge walls of space were between them and that harp of the sea. Nor in the whisper of leaves nor in the gloom of forests should the thought of Silencieux beset them. THEN LEAVE IT FOREVER THEY HAD NO HEART NOW FOR MORE THAN JUST TO FLY FROM THAT HAUNTED PLACE AND BEFORE NIGHT FELL IN THE VALLEY THEY WERE ALREADY FAR AWAY IN VAIN SILAJO LISTENED FOR THE SOUND OF HER LOVER'S STEP IN THE WOOD FOR HE HAD VOWED THAT HE WOULD NEVER LOOK UPON HER FACE AGAIN END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE FIRST TALK ON THE HILLS ANTONY TOOK BEATRICE TO THE HIGH HILLS WHERE ALL THE YEAR LONG THE SUN AND SNOW SHINED TOGETHER HE WAS AFRAID OF THE SEA FOR THE SEA WAS SELAGRO'S FOR EVER IN ITS DEPTHS LAY A MAGIC HARP WHICH FILLED ALL ITS WAVES WITH MUSIC MUSIC LOVELY AND ACCURSED THE VOICE OF SALAJO THAT HE MUST NEVER HEAR AGAIN HE WOULD PILE THE HEELS AGAINST HIS EARS INLAND AND UPLAND HE AND BEATRICE SHOULD GO EVER CLOSER TO THE KIND HEART OF THE LAND EVER NEARER TO THE FORGETFUL SILENCES OF THE SKY TILL THE HUGE WALLS OF SPACE WERE BETWEEN THEM AND THAT HARP OF THE SEA NOR IN THE WHISPER OF LEAVES NOR IN THE GLOOM OF FOREST SHOULD THE THOUGHT OF SELAJO BESET THEM
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