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"To morrow I will take you," said Antony, "where the loneliest land meets the loneliest sea." On the morrow evening the High Muses had once more made Antony late for dinner. TO MORROW I WILL TAKE YOU SAID ANTONY WHERE THE LONELIEST LAND MIDST THE LONELIEST SEA ON THE MORROW EVENING THE HIGH MUSES HAD ONCE MORE MADE ANTONY LATE FOR DINNER
There was poison on her lips. For another moment his fancy made him self-conscious, and turned Silencieux again into a symbol,—though it was but for a moment. "There is always poison on the lips of Art," he said to himself. CHAPTER IX THE WONDERFUL WEEK. As Antony and Silencieux became more and more to each other, poor Beatrice, though she had been the first occasion of their love, and little as she now demanded, seldom as Antony spoke to her, seldom as he smiled upon her, distant as were the lonely walks she took, infrequent as was her sad footfall in the little wood,—poor Beatrice, though indeed, so far from active intrusion upon their loves, and as if only by her breathing with them the heavy air of that green unwholesome valley, was becoming an irksome presence of the imagination. They longed to be somewhere together where Beatrice had never been, where her sad face could not follow them; and one night Silencieux whispered to Antony:— "Take me to the sea, Antony—to some lonely sea.  INTO HIS HANDS THERE WAS POISON ON HER LIPS FOR ANOTHER MOMENT HIS FANCY MADE HIMSELF CONSCIOUS AND TURNED SALAJO AGAIN INTO A SYMBOL THOUGH IT WAS BUT FOR A MOMENT THERE IS ALWAYS POISON ON THE LIPS OF ART HE SAID TO HIMSELF END OF CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE THE WONDERFUL WEEK AS ANTONY AND SALAGIA BECAME MORE AND MORE TO EACH OTHER POOR BEATRICE THOUGH SHE HAD BEEN THE FIRST OCCASION OF THEIR LOVE AND LITTLE AS SHE NOW DEMANDED SELDOM AS ANTHONY SPOKE TO HER SELDOM AS HE SMILED UPON HER DISTANT AS WERE THE LONELY WALKS SHE TOOK INFREQUENT AS WAS HER SAD FOOTFALL IN THE LITTLE WOOD POOR BEATRICE THOUGH INDEED SO FAR FROM ACTIVE INTRUSION UPON THEIR LOVES AND AS IF ONLY BY HER BREATHING WITH THEM THE HEAVY AIR OF THAT GREEN UNWHOLESOME VALLEY WAS BECOMING AN IRKSOME PRESENCE OF THE IMAGINATION THEY LONGED TO BE SOMEWHERE TOGETHER WHERE BEATRICE HAD NEVER BEEN WHERE HER SAD FACE COULD NOT FOLLOW THEM AND ONE NIGHT SILASJO WHISPERED TO ANTONY TAKE ME TO THE SEA ANTONY TO SOME LONELY SEA
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