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This time he knew he was not mistaken, but to believe it true—O God, he must not believe it true. THIS TIME HE KNEW HE WAS NOT MISTAKEN BUT TO BELIEVE IT TRUE O GOD HE MUST NOT BELIEVE IT TRUE
 buried her in the wood." Beatrice kissed him gratefully. But her heart would have been more satisfied had Silencieux been broken. CHAPTER XXI "RESURGAM!" "Resurgam!" Had his senses deceived him? They must have deceived him. And yet that music at least had seemed startlingly near, sudden, and sweet, as though one should tread upon a harp in the grass. For the next day or two Antony could not get it out of his ears, and often, like a sweet wail through the wood, he seemed to hear the word "Resurgam." Was Silencieux a living spirit, after all,—no mere illusion, but one of those beautiful demons of evil that do possess the souls of men? He went and stood by Silencieux's grave. It was just as he had left it. Only an early yellow butterfly stood fanning itself on the freshly turned earth. Was it the soul of Silencieux? Cursing himself for a madman, he turned away, but had not gone many yards, when once more—there was that sudden strain of music and the word "Resurgam" somewhere on the wind.  HER SHE LOOKED SO LIKE YOU SO I BURIED HER IN THE WOOD BEATRICE KISSED HIM GRATEFULLY BUT HER HEART WOULD HAVE BEEN MORE SATISFIED HAD SELA BEEN BROKEN END OF CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY ONE RESURGAM RESURGAM HAD HIS SENSES DECEIVED HIM THEY MUST HAVE DECEIVED HIM AND YET THAT MUSIC AT LEAST HAD SEEMED STARTLINGLY NEAR SUDDEN AND SWEET AS THOUGH ONE SHOULD TREAD UPON A HARP IN THE GRASS FOR THE NEXT DAY OR TWO ANTONY COULD NOT GET IT OUT OF HIS EARS AND OFTEN LIKE A SWEET WAIL THROUGH THE WOOD HE SEEMED TO HEAR THE WORDSARGAM WAS SELAGO A LIVING SPIRIT AFTER ALL NO MERE ILLUSION BUT ONE OF THOSE BEAUTIFUL DEMONS OF EVIL THAT DO POSSESS THE SOULS OF MEN HE WENT AND STOOD BY SELA'S GRAVE IT WAS JUST AS HE HAD LEFT IT ONLY AN EARLY YELLOW BUTTERFLY STOOD FANNING ITSELF ON THE FRESHLY TURNED EARTH WAS IT THE SOUL OF SELA CURSING HIMSELF FOR A MADMAN HE TURNED AWAY BUT HAD NOT GONE MANY YARDS WHEN ONCE MORE THERE WAS THAT SUDDEN STRAIN OF MUSIC AND THE WORD RHSARGAM SOMEWHERE ON THE WIND
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