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For the moors autumn is the spring come back in purple, and in golden woods and many another place where the year dies happily, she smiles like a widow so young and fair that one thinks rather of life than death in her presence. FOR THE MOORS IN AUTUMN IS THE SPRING COME BACK IN PURPLE AND IN GOLDEN WOODS AND MANY ANOTHER PLACE WHERE THE YEAR DIES HAPPILY SHE SMILES LIKE A WIDOW SO YOUNG AND FAIR THAT ONE THINKS RATHER OF LIFE THAN DEATH IN HER PRESENCE
. See how she is smiling at you. She wants to be friends with you. She wants you to kiss her, little Wonder." "Oh, no! no!" almost screamed the little girl. But suddenly a cruel whim to insist came over the father, and, half-coaxingly and half-forcibly, he held her up to the image, stroking its white cheek to reassure her. "See, how kind she is, little Wonder! See how she smiles—how she loves you. She loves little girls, and she never sees any up here in the lonely wood. It will make her so happy. Kiss her, little Wonder!" Reluctantly the child obeyed, and with a shudder she said:— "Oh, how cold her lips are, Daddy!" "But were they not sweet, little Wonder?" "No, Daddy, they tasted of dust." And as Antony had lifted her up, he had said in his heart: "Silencieux, I bring you my little child." CHAPTER XII AUTUMN IN THE VALLEY Autumn in the valley was autumn, melancholy and sinister, as you find her only in such low-lying immemorial drifting places of leaves, and oozy sinks of dank water.  HER WONDER SHE LOVES LITTLE GIRLS SEE HOW SHE IS SMILING AT YOU SHE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU SHE WANTS YOU TO KISS HER LITTLE WONDER OH NO NO ALMOST SCREAMED THE LITTLE GIRL BUT SUDDENLY A CRUEL WHIM TO INSIST CAME OVER THE FATHER AND HALF COAXINGLY AND HALF FORCIBLY HE HELD HER UP TO THE IMAGE STROKING ITS WHITE CHEEK TO REASSURE HER SEE HOW KIND SHE IS LITTLE WONDER SEE HOW SHE SMILES HOW SHE LOVES YOU SHE LOVES LITTLE GIRLS AND SHE NEVER SEES ANY UP HERE IN THE LONELY WOOD IT WILL MAKE HER SO HAPPY KISS HER LITTLE WONDER RELUCTANTLY THE CHILD OBEYED AND WITH A SHUDDER SHE SAID OH HOW COLD HER LIPS ARE DADDY BUT WERE THEY NOT SWEET LITTLE WONDER NO DADDY THEY TASTED OF DUST AND AS ANTONY HAD LIFTED HER UP HE HAD SAID IN HIS HEART SILAJO I BRING YOU MY LITTLE CHILD END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE AUTUMN IN THE VALLEY AUTUMN IN THE VALLEY WAS AUTUMN MELANCHOLY AND SINISTER AS YOU FIND HER ONLY IN SUCH LOW LYING IMMEMORIAL DRIFTING PLACES OF LEAVES AND OOZY SINKS OF DANK WATER
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