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Little Wonder would surely die, and all the old lost opportunities of loving her could never return. LITTLE WONDER WOULD SURELY DIE AND ALL THE OLD LOST OPPORTUNITIES OF LOVING HER COULD NEVER RETURN
l I have worshipped all this time? God help me! Have you no pity,—what is her little flower-life to you? Why should you snatch it out of the sun—" But Silencieux made no sign. Then Antony grew angry in his remorse: "I hate you, Silencieux. Never will I look on your face again. You are an evil dream that has stolen from me the truth of life. I have broken a true heart that loved me, that would have died for me—for your sake; just to watch your loveless beauty, to hear the cold music of your voice. You are like the moon that turns men mad, a hollow shell of silver drawing all your light from the sun of life, a silver shadow of the golden sun." But prayer and reproach were alike in vain. Silencieux remained unheeding, and Antony returned to watch by Beatrice's side, with a heart that had now no hope, and a soul weighed down with the sense of irrevocable sin. There lay the little life he had murdered, delivered up to the Moloch of Art. No sorrow, no agonies, were now of any avail for ever. KNOW YOU HEAR ME ARE YOU A DEVIL SILAJO A DEVIL I HAVE WORSHIPPED ALL THIS TIME GOD HELP ME HAVE YOU NO PITY WHAT IS HER LITTLE FLOWER LIFE TO YOU WHY SHOULD YOU SNATCH IT OUT OF THE SUN BUT SELAGO MADE NO SIGN THEN ANTONY GREW ANGRY IN HIS REMORSE I HATE YOU SELAGO NEVER WILL I LOOK ON YOUR FACE AGAIN YOU ARE AN EVIL DREAM THAT HAS STOLEN FROM ME THE TRUTH OF LIFE I HAVE BROKEN A TRUE HEART THAT LOVED ME THAT WOULD HAVE DIED FOR ME FOR YOUR SAKE JUST TO WATCH YOUR LOVELESS BEAUTY TO HEAR THE COLD MUSIC OF YOUR VOICE YOU ARE LIKE THE MOON THAT TURNS MEN MAD A HOLLOW SHELL OF SILVER DRAWING ALL YOUR LIGHT FROM THE SUN OF LIFE A SILVER SHADOW OF THE GOLDEN SUN BUT PRAYER AND REPROACH WERE ALIKE IN VAIN SELA REMAINED UNHEEDING AND ANTONY RETURNED TO WATCH BY BEATRICE'S SIDE WITH A HEART THAT HAD NOW NO HOPE AND A SOUL WEIGHED DOWN WITH THE SENSE OF IRREVOCABLE SIN THERE LAY THE LITTLE LIFE HE HAD MURDERED DELIVERED UP TO THE MOLOCH OF ART NO SORROW NO AGONIES WERE NOW OF ANY AVAIL FOREVER
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