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Soon the grave was dug amid the pushing fronds of the young ferns, and taking one long look at her, Antony laid her in the earth, and covered her up from sight. SOON THE GRAVE WAS DUG AMID THE PUSHING FRONDS OF THE YOUNG FERNS AND TAKING ONE LONG LOOK AT HER ANTONY LAID HER IN THE EARTH AND COVERED HER UP FROM SIGHT
 that thought he gripped the hammer ready to strike. And yet, even thus, she was a beautiful work of man's hands, and Antony, hating to destroy beauty, still forbore to strike—just as he would have shrunk from breaking in pieces a shapely vase. Then, too, the resemblance to Beatrice took him again. Crudely to smash features so like hers seemed a sort of mimic murder. So he still hesitated. Was there no other way? Then the thought came to him: "Bury her." It pleased him. Yes, he would bury her. So, having found a spade, he took her from the wall, and looked from his door into the wood, pondering where her grave should be. A whitebeam at a little distance made a vivid conflagration of green amid the sombre boles of the pines. Pinewoods rely on their undergrowth—bracken and whortleberry and occasional bushes—for their spring illuminations, and the whitebeam shone as bright in that wood as a lamp in the dark. "I will bury her beneath the whitebeam," said Antony, and he carried her thither. THEY TASTED OF DUST AND AT THAT THOUGHT HE GRIPPED THE HAMMER READY TO STRIKE AND YET EVEN THUS SHE WAS A BEAUTIFUL WORK OF MAN'S HANDS AND ANTONY HATING TO DESTROY BEAUTY STILL FOREBORE TO STRIKE JUST AS HE WOULD HAVE SHRUNK FROM BREAKING IN PIECES A SHAPELY VASE THEN TOO THE RESEMBLANCE TO BEATRICE TOOK HIM AGAIN CRUDELY TO SMASH FEATURES SO LIKE HERS SEEMED A SORT OF MIMIC MURDER SO HE STILL HESITATED WAS THERE NO OTHER WAY THEN THE THOUGHT CAME TO HIM BURY HER IT PLEASED HIM YES HE WOULD BURY HER SO HAVING FOUND A SPADE HE TOOK HER FROM THE WALL AND LOOKED FROM HIS DOOR INTO THE WOOD PONDERING WHERE HER GRAVE SHOULD BE A WHITE BEAM AT A LITTLE DISTANCE MADE A VIVID CONFLAGRATION OF GREEN AMID THE SOMBRE BOLES OF THE PINES PINE WOODS RELY ON THEIR UNDERGROWTH BRACKEN AND WHORTLEBERRY AND OCCASIONAL BUSHES FOR THEIR SPRING ILLUMINATIONS AND THE WHITE BEAMS SHONE AS BRIGHT IN THAT WOOD AS A LAMP IN THE DARK I WILL BURY HER BENEATH THE WHITE BEAM SAID ANTHONY AND HE CARRIED HER THITHER
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