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Wonder's voice came back to him: "No, Daddy, they tasted of dust"—and at that thought he gripped the hammer ready to strike. WONDER'S VOICE CAME BACK TO HIM NO DADDY THEY TASTED OF DUST AND AT THAT THOUGHT HE GRIPPED THE HAMMER READY TO STRIKE
he hills he had realised human love, in the love of a true and tender and fairy-like woman, and he knew that no illusions, however specious, were worth that reality—a reality with all the magic of an illusion. He gripped the hammer in his hand joyfully, eager to smite featureless the face which had so misled him, brought such tragic sorrow to those he had loved. Still, for all his unshaken purpose, it was strange to see again the face that had meant so much to him, around which his thoughts had circled consciously or unconsciously all these absent weeks. Seldom has a face seen again after long separation seemed so disenchanted as Silencieux's. Was this she whom he had worshipped, she who had told him in that strange voice of her immortal lovers, she with whom he had sung by the sea, she with whom he had danced those strange dances in the town, she who had whispered low that awful command, she to whom he had sacrificed his little child? She was just a dusty, neglected cast—nothing more. DING IN THOSE MONTHS ON THE HILLS HE REALIZED HUMAN LOVE IN THE LOVE OF A TRUE AND TENDER AND FAIRY LIKE WOMAN AND HE KNEW THAT NO ILLUSIONS HOWEVER SPECIOUS WERE WORTH THAT REALITY A REALITY WITH ALL THE MAGIC OF AN ILLUSION HE GRIPPED THE HAMMER IN HIS HAND JOYFULLY EAGER TO SMITE FEATURELESS THE FACE WHICH HAD SO MISLED HIM BROUGHT SUCH TRAGIC SORROWROW TO THOSE HE HAD LOVED STILL FOR ALL HIS UNSHAKEN PURPOSE IT WAS STRANGE TO SEE AGAIN THE FACE THAT HAD MEANT SO MUCH TO HIM AROUND WHICH HIS THOUGHTS HAD CIRCLED CONSCIOUSLY OR UNCONSCIOUSLY ALL THESE ABSENT WEEKS SELDOM HAS A FACE SEEN AGAIN AFTER LONG SEPARATION SEEMED SO DISENCHANTED AS SELAJIO'S WAS THIS SHE WHOM HE HAD WORSHIPPED SHE WHO HAD TOLD HIM IN THAT STRANGE VOICE OF HER IMMORTAL LOVERS SHE WITH WHOM HE HAD SUNG BY THE SEA SHE WITH WHOM HE HAD DANCED THOSE STRANGE DANCES IN THE TOWN SHE WHO HAD WHISPERED LOW THAT AWFUL COMMAND SHE TO WHOM HE HAD SACRIFICED HIS LITTLE CHILD SHE WAS JUST A DUSTY NEGLECTED CAST NOTHING MORE
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